I'm a legionnaire
Camel in disrepair

Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by
I am on reprieve
Lacking my joie de vive

Missing my gay paris
In this desert dry


And I wrote my girl
Told her I would not return
Terribly taken a turn

For the worse now I fear

It's been a year or more

Since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a foreign war
So far away from my home


If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards

And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars,

The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.


La la la la dam
La la la low


Medicating in the sun
Pinched doses of laudanum
Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland

Curses to this mirage!
A bottle of ancient Chiraz
A smattering of distant applause

Is ringing in my poor ears

On the old left bank

My baby in a charabanc
Riding up the width and length
Of the Champs Elysees


If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard

And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars

The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again


If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard
And the side walk bagatelles its like a dream

With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine

Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again...

Be back again,

Be back again,
I'll be back again