Paris oh Paris!

 

Paris oh Paris, why so quicky gone. 

 

No longer may I sip the wine in old accustomed bars,  

 

Hemingway, Pablo, Joyce, Fitzgerald  

whisper to me from the dusty past 

 

And chart my course through what no more remains.

 

And swells the mind with poignant frothy words.

 

Oh, hurry to rejoice such bluesy jazz in smokey rooms

 that swings with Baker, Bechet, Hawkins, Porter! 

 

A throbbing tale that still lives within. 

 

Oh, happiness, such a Paris forever gone

and yet forever lives. 

 

Oh there I find my way.  

 

Ah, Paris, where are you now?

 

And where again am I?  

 

As today speeds past into tomorrow. 

 

Yet in my soul slumbers on while Paris lives.