It was Montmartre It was midnight, come to think of it Yes, it was spring There was music, and I was listening Then in the room somewhere, someone began to sing This serenade made for remembering A small café, Mam'selle Our rendezvous, Mam'selle The violins were warm and sweet And so were you, Mam'selle And as the night danced by A kiss became a sigh Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle Just like wine does No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you And yet, I know too well Some day you'll say goodbye Then violins will cry And so will I, Mam'selle This serenade was made for remembering Our rendezvous, Mam'selle