À Paris
[Spoken word intro]
The millions of memories
Is the magic of Paris
Try closing your eyes
And maybe
You'll imagine the world
Of Paris...

[Verse 1]
Oh, let us seize the day
Oh, it's the only way
Take my hand
And through the squares
And alley ways
We'll view the world
Of Paris

[Verse 2]
Come with me
And then we
Go running through the lost
Years
[Musical transition & Build up to faster section]

[Verse 3]
À Paris...
Here's a sailor on leave
With his heart on a sleeve
Kissing girls on the sidewalk
All swagger and high talk
Is he?..

[Verse 4]
Notre Dame...
There's and artist who stands
Showing paint on his hands
He's excentric...
A one off...
Who claims he's the son of Cézanne!..

[Verse 5]
Hold on tight...
This is Paris by night
Where the white faces glow
In the lights and the know
That there's magic a-brought
There tonight...
[Verse 6]
À Paris...
An old poet regales us
With yesterdays' tales
Of carousing with Wilde
And his petulent child
À Paris...

[Chorus]
Hear the dreams of the old
Meet the hopes of the young
Where they're born and they live
An their love songs are sung
In Paris...

[Verse 7]
And for more...

This is Paris pizzaz
With a jazz trio's blow
In the dawdling glow
In the neon and gas
In Paris...

[Verse 8]
Can't you see?..
The young Harlot who flaunts
In the seediest horns
With the hand-me-down chicks
But she'll do it for nicks...
À Paris...

[Verse 9]
Life is Art!..

And the river that's run
For a million years
Brings the sights and the sounds
To your eyes and your ears
And your heart!..

[Verse 10]
And your soul...

For each night Père-Lachaise
Is the place they rejoice
Where each face has a voice
They all live and never
Grow old...

[Verse 11]
Hold on tight...
It's the night when the show
Features Marcel Marceau
And young Alain Delon
And even Jean-Pierre Aumont
At his height...

[Verse 12]
Cabaret...
There's a singer who sways
In the left bank cafés
And he'll croon just to you
For a centime or two

Chevalier...

[Verse 13]
Mon amour...

There are lovers who dance
In this corner of France
Is it Yves and Simone?
Are they dancing alone?
On the floor?..

[Verse 14]
Can you see?..
There's a city asleep
As the long shadows creep
And the sounds die away
But they want you to stay
In Paris...

[Outro]
So every sunrise
And at every sunset...

Parisians were born
And Parisians would die...

Parisians will live!!!
And Parisians will love!!!

In books and in song
And in theater and dance...

Life is art and a part
Of the heart!..

À Paris!!!

À Paris!!!