Postcard From Paris

Postcard From Paris - Glen Campbell (格倫·坎貝爾)

Dear friend of my mine

The weather's fine

Today I saw some ruins

Of the roman world's decline

And I climbed all those Spanish steps

You've heard of them no doubt

But Rome has lost its glory

I don't know what it's about

I wish you were here

When the shadows fall

And all the rushing traffic's still

I wish you were here

When the bells are ringing

On the seven hills

I make my way to a small cafe

I wonder what you did today

I wish you were here

Dear one at home

I just flew in from Rome

And Paris is a postcard

All decked out in color chrome

So I climbed the Eiffel tower

And prayed at Notre dame

But I just can't find the romance

And I wonder why I came

I wish you were here

On the champs Elyse's

Lovers walk hand in hand

I wish you were here

They take one look at me

And seem to understand

This city of light is a lovely site

The first bright star I see tonight

I wish you were here

Now I write this from the plane

And I'm drinking cheap champagne

And wondering how

Two people got so far apart

I wish you were here

Here in London

Where the rain the pouring down

I wish you were here

On this airplane

Headed back to New York town

I'll never leave you alone again

I'm coming home but until then

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here