The strange young man who comes to me A soldier on a three day spree He needs one night's cheap ecstasy And a woman's arms to hide him He greets me with a courtly bow And hides his pain by acting proud He drinks too much and he laughs too loud How can I deny him. Let us dance beneath the moon I'll sing to you 'Claire de Lune' The morning always comes too soon But tonight the war is over Verse 2: He speaks to me in schoolboy French, Of a soldier's life inside a trench. And the look of death, and the ghastly stench. I do my best to please him.. Chorus: Hold me 'neath the Paris skies, Let's not talk of how or why. Tomorrow's soon enough to die, But tonight the war is over. Verse 3: We make love too hard, too fast. He falls asleep, his face a mask. He wakes with the shakes, and he drinks from his flask. I put my arms around him. Chorus: Old world glory, old world fame, The whole world's gone, gone up in flames. Nothing will ever be the same, And nothing lasts forever. Verse 4: (Spoken) Oh, I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how, And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now. And there's always another with that same funny bow, (sung) And who am I to deny him? {Chorus: French words and lalalalas...hehe sorry, not typing it..} But tonight the war is over