Mon Vieux Paris (wiener/poterat) - Maurice Chevalier

I may be your forgotten son

Who wandered off at twenty-one.

It’s sad to find myself at home,

And you, you’re not around.

If I could only hold your hand

And say «I'm sorry, yes I am»

I’m sure you’d really understand.

Oh, ma, where are you now?

Oh, mamy, oh,

I need you, mamy.

The house we shared upon the hill

Seems lifeless, but it’s standing still.

And memories of my childhood

Fill my mind.

I’ve been through all the walks of life,

Seen tired days and lonely nights

And now without you by my side

I’m lost.

How will I survive?

Oh, mamy, oh, mamy — mamy — blue

I need you, mamy.