Postcard From Paris - Glen Campbell

Dear friend of mine, the weather’s fine

Today i saw some ruins of the roman world' 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 stills)

I wish you were here

(and 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

And paris is a postcard all decked 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 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 sight

The first bright star i see tonight

Wish you were here

Now i write this from the plane

Drinking cheap champagne

Wonderin' 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

Wish you were here

Wish you were here

Words and music by jimmy webb