| A summer evening on Les Champs Elyses | |
| A secret rendezvous they planned for days. | |
| A sea of faces in a crowded cafe, | |
| A sound of laughter as the music plays. | |
| Jean-Claude was a student at the University, | |
| Louise-Marie is just a world away. | |
| He recall the night they met was warm with laughter | |
| The words were music as she turned away. | |
| I'll meet you at midnight, | |
| Under the moonlight, | |
| I'll meet you at midnight... | |
| But Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be... | |
| Each cigarette would light a thousand faces, | |
| Each hour that pass seem like a thousand years. | |
| Midnight was turning into empty spaces | |
| The sound of laughter disappeared. | |
| I'll meet you at midnight, | |
| Under the moonlight, | |
| I'll meet you at midnight... | |
| Oh, but Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be... | |
| A summer morning on Les Champs Elyses, | |
| The empty table in the street cafe. | |
| The sunlight melting through an open doorway, | |
| Jean-Claude has left to face another day. | |
| I'll meet you at midnight, | |
| Under the moonlight, | |
| I'll meet you at midnight... | |
| I'll meet you at midnight, | |
| Under the moonlight, | |
| I'll meet you at midnight... | |
| Oh, but Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be ... |