Summer in Paris

The subtle warmth upon your cheek 

the shining yellow star at it's peak

the oh os refreshing breeze

It's summer in Paris.

The light glistening over the grey Parisian rooves 

the way the sun slowly moves 

the red-lit high-class corner restaurant

the French café over which one bonds 

It's summer in Paris.

Montmartre, Le Marais, l'Ile de la Cité, 

the first, recognisable by it's narrow streets 

and all, by their majestic barings

But all too often, swarming with tourists.

That's because it's summer in Paris.

Now that the air has grown cold,

that the smoldering light is fading

that the clouds are reuniting 

summer is disappearing.

The subtle warmth upon your cheek

the oh so refreshing breeze

the shining yellow star at it's peak

those shimmering leaves in the trees 

that was summer in Paris.