Tekster: Glenn Miller. Don’t Cry Cherie.

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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

Leta?˜s try, cherie,
To make our garden lovelier than before
Dona?˜t cry, cherie,
After all, our hearts are free,
If Ia?˜ll have you and youa?˜ll have me
Our garden will bloom once more...!"