I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair Hoping for a frigid air to come passing by I am on reprieve, lacking my joie de vivre Missing my gay Paris in this desert dry And I wrote my girl, told her I would not return I've 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 some rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards And the sidewalk bagatelles, it's like a dream With the roar of cars and the lolling of the café bars The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again Medicating in the sun, pinched doses of laudanum Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland Curses to this mirage, a bottle of ancient Shiraz A smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears On the old left bank, my baby in a char-à-banc Riding up the width and length of the Champs-Élysées If only some rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards And the sidewalk bagatelles, it's like a dream With the roar of cars and the lolling of the café bars The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again If only some rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards And the sidewalk bagatelles, it's like a dream With the roar of cars and the lolling of the café 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 Be back again Oh Oh Oh