The Last Time I Saw Paris

A 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 vain
Her streets are where they were, but there's no sign of her

She has left the Seine

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was [Am7]warm and [Bm]gay,
I heard the laughter of her heart in every stɾeet cafâ??

The last time I saw Paris, her tɾees were dressed for [Dm7]spring,
And lovers walked beneath those tɾees and [Bm]birds found songs to [C7]sing.

I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for [Dm7]years.
The chorus of their squeaky horns was [Am7]music to [C7]my [A]ears.

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was [Am7]warm and [Bm]gay,
No matter how they change her, I'll ɾemember her that way.

I'll think of happy hours, and [Bm]people who shared them
Old women, selling flowers, in markets at dawn

Children who applauded, Punch and [Bm]Judy in the park
And those who danced at night and [Bm]kept our Paris bright

'Til the town went dark.