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This cut is an instrumental lift of a song WITH lyrics.

“Bernadelle”
Lyrics and Music by Chet Nichols
Copyright 2012 by Chet Nichols (ASCAP)& Magic Garage Music (ASCAP)
www.chetnicholsmusic.com :: chet@chetnichols.net
MagicGarageMusic@gmail.com
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

1. He sailed a silver steamer across the sea
Then caught a train to Paris to photographing memories
Painted scenes on sidewalks melting in the rain
Led to ships along the shoreline drifting on the Seine
And she was there
The vision from a dream
Singing ‘neath her parasol
Aboard her ship of dreams
To her the river was an endless wishing well
That’s where he met Bernadelle

CHORUS:
Bernadelle was a muse
And her music was the magic that she used
She spent each moment painting songs
Mixing words and melodies as they ’d drift along

2. A world of instruments filled her salon
Tools for their inspiration, they would play from dusk till dawn
They spent that summer sailing thru the motherlands
Writing songs and painting stories acting like good friends
But, they were more
Than actors in a scene
Surrounded by the sights and sounds
Aboard her ship of dreams
That’s when her river became his wishing well
And he fell in love with Bernadelle

CHORUS
Bernadelle was his muse
And her music was the magic that she used
To weave a warm, enchanting spell
Till he let go and finally fell into her wishing well
Their love’s a story they still tell
Of blending words and melodies as they sailed upon their wishing well
Bernadelle



Lyrics

“Bernadelle”
Lyrics and Music by Chet Nichols
Copyright 2012 by Chet Nichols (ASCAP)& Magic Garage Music (ASCAP)
www.chetnicholsmusic.com :: chet@chetnichols.net
MagicGarageMusic@gmail.com
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

1. He sailed a silver steamer across the sea
Then caught a train to Paris to photographing memories
Painted scenes on sidewalks melting in the rain
Led to ships along the shoreline drifting on the Seine
And she was there
The vision from a dream
Singing ‘neath her parasol
Aboard her ship of dreams
To her the river was an endless wishing well
That’s where he met Bernadelle

CHORUS:
Bernadelle was a muse
And her music was the magic that she used
She spent each moment painting songs
Mixing words and melodies as they ’d drift along

2. A world of instruments filled her salon
Tools for their inspiration, they would play from dusk till dawn
They spent that summer sailing thru the motherlands
Writing songs and painting stories acting like good friends
But, they were more
Than actors in a scene
Surrounded by the sights and sounds
Aboard her ship of dreams
That’s when her river became his wishing well
And he fell in love with Bernadelle

CHORUS
Bernadelle was his muse
And her music was the magic that she used
To weave a warm, enchanting spell
Till he let go and finally fell into her wishing well
Their love’s a story they still tell
Of blending words and melodies as they sailed upon their wishing well
Bernadelle