Cold standard rifles shining under glass When you first cross the snows of Autumn Back in a garden in our rue vivienne The cardinal's turned into a robin In Paris they know how to build a monument Outside the sagging confines of this camp They do not believe in private property Under the fragile light of oil lamps I hear the angry mystics when they're davening In Paris they know how to build a monument Merry christmas Mr. Delmaux, yes Out here they know he's just a prophet While they bring them in at gare du l'est Your wife holds your picture in a locket. In Paris they know how to build a monument Let no sentiment pass through this shed I'd say she's got you in the heart again I'd like to see her in her country dress One last time before we meet the goblins In paris they know how to build a monument