In the north-land where deep snows fall
There lives a lady in a room in Montreal
She’s a weaver, a non-believer in the modern world
I’m going there to see her, I’m going there
Why she lives there is a mystery, it seems
That’s how she’s planned it in contrast to her dreams
One small candle lights her window in a sea of light
And I’m going there to see here, I’m going there
Josette, Josette, dance a minuet
On the corner of Sherbrooke and St. Denis
Josette, Josette, dance and don’t forget
You’re dancing for a faded memory
Colored patterns in gold and maroon
Are woven into a rug for her room
Near her fire, she hears the choir of the urban throng
But she’s not there, no, she’s not there
Josette, Josette, dance a minuet
On the corner of Sherbrooke and St. Denis
Josette, Josette, dance and don’t forget
You’re dancing for a faded memory
Photo Credits Header Photo | Suzhou, China ~ Francois Ferchaud
