The Last Time I Saw Paris - Ann Sothern

Our 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 pain

Her streets are where they were

But there's no sign of her she has left the scene

The last time I saw Paris

Her heart was warm and gay

I heard the laughter of her heart

In every street cafe

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 taxi cabs

That I had dodged for years

The chorus of this quicky horn

Was music to my ears

The last time I saw Paris

Her heart was young and gay

No matter how they change her

I'll remember her that way

I 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 their Paris bright

'Til the town went dark

The last time I saw Paris

Her heart was warm and gay

I heard the laughter of her heart

In every street cafe

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