| Lyrics: | (Webb)
Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine. Today I saw some ruins of the Roman world's
decline.
And I climbed all those Spanish steps, you've heard of them, no doubt.
But Rome has
lost its glory, I don't know what it's about.
I wish you were here (when the shadows fall and
all the rushing traffic stills).
I wish you were here (And the bells are ringing on the seven
hills).
I make my way to a small caf, I wonder what you did today.
Wish you were here,
dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome.
And Paris is a postcard, all decked out in color
chrome.
And so I climbed the Eiffel Tower and prayed at Notre Dame,
but I just can't find
the romance and I wonder why I came.
I wish you were here (On the Champs Elysees, lovers walking
hand in hand).
I wish you were here (They take one look at me and seem to
understand).
This city of light is a lovely sight, the first bright star I see
tonight.
Wish you were here, now I write this from the plane, drinking cheap
champagne.
Wondering why two people got so far apart.
I wish you were here (Here in London
where the rain is pouring down).
I wish you were here (On this airplane headed back to New York
town).
I'll never leave you alone again, I'm coming home, but until then,
Wish you were
here, wish you were here, wish you were here. |
