You and Paris

Once in a while I'll hear a voice or see a smile, A glimpse of hand will brush aside a strand of hair, And for just a moment I'll be there With you again in Paris. The midnight walks along the Seine, The quiet talks in quaint cafes, I close my eyes and hear you say, "Je t'aime", And for just a moment there I am With you back then in Paris. So young, so gay, how could we know love fades away, The flame will die when time and distance lie between? At times I wonder, though, what might have been, When I think of you and Paris.