The Poor People Of Paris

I was high and mighty,

How I laughed at love

And the stars above,

Then you came like a gentle flame

And helped me to find my way!

I was high and mighty

And I told my heart

Where to stop and start,

Now I find that I was blind,

I'm learning it day by day!

Love can change things,

Rearrange things,

Oh, what strange things

Love can do!

I'm not high and mighty

But I have what's worth

All the gold on earth,

I have you and I give my heart

Forever and ever to you, you, you!