Every time I look down on this timeless town 
whether blue or gray be her skies.
Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, 
more and more do I realize

I love Paris in the springtime. 
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.