Isadora Lyrics - Robert Calvert

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