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 every street caf



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 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 our Paris bright



'til the town went dark.