Missing Home

[enduringplum]

Every time I look down
On this timeless town,
Whether blue or gray be her skies,

Whether loud be her cheers,
Or whether soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize...

I love Paris in the spring time,
I love Paris in the fall,
I love Paris in the winter, when it drizzles,
I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.

I love Paris every moment,
Every moment of the year.
I love Paris...
Why, oh, why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near.