In france when one is walking sadly
They say he walks clopin clopant
His step is slow, his fault is badly
Perhaps the one he loves is gone
Clopin clopant I hear his footsteps
As in the night he passes by
And as I hear his endless footsteps
I get to thinking they?ll go out
I?ll go along clopin clopant
Whispering he?s gone, he is gone, he is gone
My childish heart cries like a baby
Without my love what will each day be ?
So I go on clopin clopant
Trudging alone clopin clopant
Love is a dance and one must learn it
I had my chance, why did I spurn it?
What can I do? why carry on?
Going alone clopin clopant, clopin clopant, clopin clopant