She glances at you at a slant
With an oblique kind of eye
Is she sitting in judgment
Or is she simply shy
You'll never know
She might as well be mute
She comes and goes
With a wolf in pursuit
The unknown lady of the Seine
Her beauty still beguiles
You gaze at her again and again
Try to reconcile her smile
Did she dream
By the water's flow
Notre Dame above
Death beckoned from below
Some say she was a country child
Lost to city ways
Gracing all the walls of style
And the poet's page
She'll never know
Her tragic legacy
Saved all those souls
While her own was never free
The unknown lady of the Seine
Her beauty still beguiles
You gaze at her again and again
Try to reconcile her smile
Did she dream
By the water's flow
Notre Dame above
Death beckoned from below
Anne Sandstrom - L'inconnue Lyrics
Anne Sandstrom - L'inconnue Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
She glances at you at a slant
With an oblique kind of eye
Is she sitting in judgment
Or is she simply shy
You'll never know
She might as well be mute
She comes and goes
With a wolf in pursuit
The unknown lady of the Seine
Her beauty still beguiles
You gaze at her again and again
Try to reconcile her smile
Did she dream
By the water's flow
Notre Dame above
Death beckoned from below
Some say she was a country child
Lost to city ways
Gracing all the walls of style
And the poet's page
She'll never know
Her tragic legacy
Saved all those souls
While her own was never free
The unknown lady of the Seine
Her beauty still beguiles
You gaze at her again and again
Try to reconcile her smile
Did she dream
By the water's flow
Notre Dame above
Death beckoned from below
With an oblique kind of eye
Is she sitting in judgment
Or is she simply shy
You'll never know
She might as well be mute
She comes and goes
With a wolf in pursuit
The unknown lady of the Seine
Her beauty still beguiles
You gaze at her again and again
Try to reconcile her smile
Did she dream
By the water's flow
Notre Dame above
Death beckoned from below
Some say she was a country child
Lost to city ways
Gracing all the walls of style
And the poet's page
She'll never know
Her tragic legacy
Saved all those souls
While her own was never free
The unknown lady of the Seine
Her beauty still beguiles
You gaze at her again and again
Try to reconcile her smile
Did she dream
By the water's flow
Notre Dame above
Death beckoned from below
Writer: Anne Sandstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid