Isadora (Calvert Robert)

An empty stage swathed in velvet drapes Curtain folds drawn in shadowscapes Little girls swirl in the air In their hair They wear the flowers we threw And when they dance They pretend their youth Isadora Je vie a la moi My windscreen's streaming With jewels of rain To and fro the wipers strain As they sway and sway to clear the view And as they dance They pretend their youth Isadora Je vie a la moi The trees and plants As they dance They can pretend their youth