by Ella Fitzgerald

every time i look down on this timeless town
whether blue or gray be her skies
whether loud be her cheers or whether soft be her tears
more and more do i realize that…

i love paris in the spring time
i love paris in the fall
i love paris in the summer when it sizzles
i
love paris in the winter when it drizzles

i love paris every moment
every moment of the year
i love
paris why oh why do i love paris
because my love is here