Don't Cry Cherie Lyrics

Her name is Marie, his name is Pierre

They gaze at a garden so bleak and so bare

A garden that once was so lovely and fair

And he sighs as he dries her tear-dimmed eyes,



"Don't cry, cherie,

Your garden will bloom once more

The fleur-de-lis will rise again

And smile up to the skies again



Let's try, cherie,

To make our garden lovelier than before

Don't cry, cherie,

After all, our hearts are free,

If I'll have you and you'll have me

Our garden will bloom once more...!"