(Oscar Hammerstein - Jerome Kern)



The last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay

I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe

The last time I saw Paris her trees were dressed for spring

And lovers walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing.



I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years

The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears

Last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay

No matter how they changed her I'll remember her that way.



--- Instrumental ---



I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years

The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears

Last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay

No matter how they changed her I'll remember her that way...