A lady known
As Paris
Romantic and
Charming
Has left her
Old companions
And faded
From view
Lonely men
With lonely eyes
Are seeking her
In vain
Her streets are
Where they were
But there's
No sign of her
She has left
The Seine
The last time
I saw Paris
Her heart was
Warm and gay
I heard the laughter
Of her heart in
Evey street cafe
The last time
I saw Paris
The trees were
Dressed for spring
And lovers walked
Beneath those trees
And birds found
Songs to sing
I dodged the
Same old taxi cabs
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
Warm and gay
No matter how
They change her
I'll remember her
That way
I'll think of
Happy hours
And people who
Shared them
Old women
Selling flowers
In markets
At dawn
Children who
Applauded
Punch and judy
In the park
And those who
Danced at night
And kept their
Paris bright
Till the town
Went dark
The last time
I saw Paris
Her heart was
Warm and gay
I heard the laughter
Of her heart
In evey 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 taxi cabs
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
Warm and gay
No matter how
They change her
I'll remember her
That way