Postcard from Paris — текст песни (John Mcdermott)

Dear friend of mine the weathers fine

Today I saw some ruins of the roman worlds decline

So I climbed those spanish steps

Youve heard so much about

But rome has lost its glory

I dont know what its about



I wish you were here when the shadows falling

And all the rushing traffics still

I wish you were here

When the bells are ringing on the seven hills

Ill make my way to a small caf? br> I wonder what you did today

I wish you were here



Dear one at home I just flew in from rome

Now paris is a post card

All decked out in colored chrome

So I climbed the eiffel tower

And I prayed at notre dame

But I just cant find the romance

And I wonder why I came



I wish you were here on the champs-elysees

Lovers walking hand in hand

Wish you were here when they take one look at me

And seem to understand

This city of light is a lovely sight

The first bright star I see tonight

Ill 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

Ill never leave you alone again

Im coming home but until then

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here