I'm a legionnaire 

Camel in disrepair 

Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by 

I am on reprieve 

Lacking my joie de vive 

Missing my gay paris 

In this desert dry 



And I wrote my girl 

Told her I would not return 

Terribly taken a turn 

For the worse now I fear 



It's been a year or more 

Since they shipped me to this foreign shore 

Fighting in a foreign war 

So far away from my home 



If only summer rain would fall 

On the houses and the boulevards 

And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream 

With the roar of cars 

And the lulling of the cafe bars, 

The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine. 

Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again. 



La la la la dam 

La la la low 



Medicating in the sun 

Pinched doses of laudanum 

Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland 

Curses to this mirage! 

A bottle of ancient Chiraz 

A smattering of distant applause 

Is ringing in my poor ears 



On the old left bank 

My baby in a charabanc 

Riding up the width and length 

Of the Champs Elysees 



If only summer rain would fall 

On the houses and the boulevard 

And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream 

With the roar of cars 

And the lulling of the cafe bars 

The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine 

Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again 



If only summer rain would fall 

On the houses and the boulevard 

And the side walk bagatelles its like a dream 

With the roar of cars 

And the lulling of the cafe bars 

The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine 

Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again... 



Be back again, 

Be back again, 

I'll be back again