If ever the moon, while in Paris,
Stopped for a time in the sky,
That space right above the grand Tower
Would certainly draw the eye.
They'd surely look like companions,
The moon and the Tower below,
And working their magic together
They'd cast forth a romantic glow.
Starry-eyed lovers at sidewalk cafes
Would look up and smile and sigh,
And count themselves lucky to bask in it all,
The Tower and the moon in the sky.