John Denver - Postcards From Paris

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Dear friend of my mine

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 color 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 Elysees

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

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 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

Wish you were here



I wish you were here

Wish you were here

© WHITE OAK SONGS;




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