The Last Time I Saw Paris
Oscar Ii Hammerstein, Jerome Kern
The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart
In every street cafe
And 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
Oh, the last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remember her that way