Fighting in a foreign war
Terribly taken a turn
Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again
To come passing by
And the side walk bagatelles '
Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again
Be back again
Longing for the old fecundity
And the lulling of the cafe bars
Lacking my joie de vive
And the side walk bagatelles
Medicating in the sun
With the roar of cars
Curses to this mirage
Since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Riding up the width and length
Is ringing in my poor ears
If only summer rain would fall
For the worse, now I fear
And the lulling of the cafe bars
And the side walk bagatelles
Hoping for a Frigidaire
Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again
On the houses and the boulevard
If only summer rain would fall
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
A smattering of distant applause
Pinched doses of laudanum
On the old left bank
It's been a year or more
It's like a dream
On the houses and the boulevards
If only summer rain would fall
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
I am on reprieve
Of my homeland
In this desert dry
So far away from my home
On the houses and the boulevard
With the roar of cars
Be back again
Told her I would not return
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
A bottle of ancient Chiraz
Missing my gay Paris
Of the Champs Elysees
It's like a dream
My baby in a charabanc
And I wrote my girl
It's like a dream
With the roar of cars
