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