A 1922 popular song from “Music Box Revue”.
Words and music by Irving Berlin.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
When all is still in Paris
And evening shadows creep
Upon a hill in Paris
The people never sleep
They bid a royal welcome
To ev’ry restless heart
Champagne bubbles drown their troubles
While they are in Mont Martre
Chorus
Mont Martre, playground of France
Mont Martre, wrapped in romance
Mont Martre, on with the dance
While the violin plays a song of sin
With love dreams luring you on
Till the vision is gone
You hearts break with the wake of each dawn
How tragic is the magic of Mont Martre
Sung here by Fred Feild: