John Mcdermott - Postcard From Paris

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Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine

Today I saw some ruins of the Roman worlds decline

And I climbed those Spanish steps, you heard so much about

But Rome has lost its glory, I don't know what it's about



I wish you were here

When the shadows falling and all the rushing traffic's still

I wish you were here

When the bells are ringing on the Seven Hills



I'll make my way to a small cafe

I wonder what you did today

I wish you were here



Dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome

Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome

So I climbed the Eiffel Tower, I 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 walking hand in hand

I wish you were here

When they take one look at me and seem to understand



This city of light is a lovely sight

But the first bright star I see tonight

I wish you were here



Now I write this from the plane

Drinking cheap champagne

Wondering how two people got so far apart



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

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

© WHITE OAK SONGS;




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