Postcard From Paris Lyrics - John Mcdermott

Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine 

Today I saw some ruins of the Roman worlds decline 

And I climbed those Spanish steps, you heard so much about 

But Rome has lost its glory, I don't know what it's about 

I wish you were here 

When the shadows falling and all the rushing traffic's still 

I wish you were here 

When the bells are ringing on the Seven Hills 

I'll make my way to a small cafe 

I wonder what you did today 

I wish you were here 

Dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome 

Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome 

So I climbed the Eiffel Tower, I 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 

When they take one look at me and seem to understand 

This city of light is a lovely sight 

But the first bright star I see tonight 

I wish you were here 

Now I write this from the plane 

Drinking cheap champagne 

Wondering how two people got so far apart 

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 

I wish you were here 

I wish you were here 

I wish you were here