John DenverPostcards From Paris (Wish You Were Here)

Dear friend of mine, the 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 it's 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 colour 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 Elys閑s lovers walking 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 is 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. © 2014