Down in Bowery   They lose their ballads and their lipped-mouths in the night    And stumbling through the street they say:   "Sir, do you got a light?   And if you do, then you're my friend   And if you don't, then you're my foe   And if you are a deity of any sort   Then please don't go!"      Ne me quitte pas, mon chere      Down on Lexington they walk   In new shoes stuck to aging feet   And close their eyes and open   And not recognize the aging street   And think about how things were right   When they were young and veins were tight   And if you are the ghost of Christmas past   Then won't you stay the night?      Ne me quitte pas, mon chere      Down in Bronxy Bronx   The kids go sledding down snow-covered slopes   And frozen noses, frozen toes   The frozen city starts to glow   And yes, they know that it will pass   And, yes, they know New York will thaw   But if you are a friend of any sort   Then play along and catch a cold      Ne me quitte pas, mon chere      I love Paris in the rain...      Down in Paris they walk fast   That is, unless they're walking slow   And in cafes they look away   That is, unless they look right in   And in the gardens I get lost   That is, unless I'm getting found   And if you are the ghost of New York city   Won't you stick around?      Ne me quitte pas, mon chere      I love Paris in the rain...      Ne me quitte pas!