Postcard from Paris

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