Dear friend of 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.

Wish you were here.



Dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome.

Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome.

And 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 Elys?s lovers walking 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.

Wish you were here.



Now I write this from the plane,

drinking cheap champagne,

and wondering why two people got so far apart.



I wish you were here -

here in London where the rain is 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,

wish you were here, I wish you were here.



Wish you were here.