Ah, persnickety me -- I thought the rhyme scheme was a bit off -- why would one jump into the Seine and hit sand? (I lived in Paris but never jumped in the river. Here's to the ones who dreamt of clearing it up for the Olympics. OUI!) I love this song, and the simplicity with which Emma Stone sings it, but Seine rhymes with again. See below. Here's to the ones who dream --
My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot
Love this….made me laugh & cry at the same time :))
Beautiful song. Simple, yet elegant. Thanks
Lovely reminder to keep dreaming g! Thanks Phyllis ❤️
Let’s never stop!
Ah, persnickety me -- I thought the rhyme scheme was a bit off -- why would one jump into the Seine and hit sand? (I lived in Paris but never jumped in the river. Here's to the ones who dreamt of clearing it up for the Olympics. OUI!) I love this song, and the simplicity with which Emma Stone sings it, but Seine rhymes with again. See below. Here's to the ones who dream --
My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot
She smiled
Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again
Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make
She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
The sunset inside a frame
She lived in her liquor
And died with a flicker
I'll always remember the flame
Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make
She told me
"A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us"
So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays
And here's to the fools who dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make
I trace it all back to then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she'd do it again
Let me know what happens when you take this up with lyricist! 😀
Actually, I think that's how it was originally written!
Ah...singing my song! Dreaming is what keeps me going! Thank you for this!