Clopin-Clopant Songtext

In France when one is walking sadly
They say he walks Clopin-Clopant
His step is slow, his fault is badly
Perhaps the one he loves is gone
Clopin-Clopant I hear his footsteps
As in the night he passes by
And as I hear his endless footsteps
I get to thinking they'll go out
I'll go along Clopin-Clopant
Whispering he's gone, he is gone, he is gone