The Last Time I Saw Paris

The Last Time I Saw Paris - The Studio Sound Ensemble

A lady known as Paris

Romantic

And charming

Has left to old companions

And faded

From view

Lonely men with lonely eyes

Are seeking her in vain

The streets are where they were

But there's no sign of her

She has left

The same

The last time I saw Paris

Her heart was warm and gay

I heard the laughter of her heart

In every street cafe

The last time I saw Paris

Her trees were dressed for spring

And lovers walked

Beneath those trees

And birds found songs to sing

I dodged the same old taxicabs

That I had dodged for years

The chorus of their squeaky horns

Was music to my ears

The last time I saw Paris

Her heart was young and gay

No matter how

They change her

I'll remember her

That

Way