There Will Always Be Paris

There will always be Paris

Written For The City That I Love

Jude Kyrie

There is smoke in the air tonight.
In the old city that has seen many
wars and tribulations.
But smoke clears
those left will move on.

I do not want to
remember Paris like this.
It is so easy to do.
In the cold sadness.
I want to see the sprinbgtime
on the banks of the Seine 
with lovers kissing 
as the blossoms appear.

I want to see the artist
creating the beauty of the old city
and its lovely ladies.
I want to hear 
Edith Piaf singing
La Vie En Rose
as only she can sing it.
With her heartt full of passion
and love for the people of the city
pinned to her sleeve.

I want to be young again
and fall in love 
with a beautiful french girl
her kisses sweet and tender
her heart carefree.

Tonight my tears flow like rainfall.
But it cannot last
not with Paris.
Not with its life blood
spilled on the streets.

I love her too much
and I will return
For tears are not the way
for us to say goodbye.