In france when one is walking sadly
They say he walks clopin clopant
His step is slowhis 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 gonehe is gonehe 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 chancewhy did I spurn it? 
What can I do? why carry on? 
Going alone clopin clopantclopin clopantclopin clopant...