Paris Is Calling
There is a city that is calling to me.
But right now, it’s as far as far can be.
I will go there one day, of that I am sure,
But it will probably take a year or more.
I’m coming to you, Paris.
I don’t know what it is about that city, fair.
I just know that I really need to go there.
Maybe it’s because it’s called the City of Love,
Maybe this dream was sent from Above.
I’m coming to you, Paris.
I want to take a boat trip on the river Seine.
Why I need to do this, I just can’t explain.
It’s just something that’s deep in my heart.
Maybe my first trip will just be a start.
I’m coming to you, Paris.
I want to take a stroll down the Champs-Elysees
Stopping at cafes along the way.
Eating un croissant et drinking un cafe
A French life, that’s the way to be.
I’m coming to you, Paris.
I want to take a ride up the Eiffel tower.
This city simply has me in its power.
Why does this city call to me so?
I just know one day I will answer the call and go.
I’m coming to you, Paris.
Life is better when you have a dream.
Something that stops you running out of steam.
When life gets too much, with so many bills to pay,
It’s good to have something to aim for, one day.
I’m coming to you, Paris.
Copyright © Diana77 Wh | Year Posted 2019
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