Swept away by September
Is our short summer love
Sadly, now I remember
As I sigh thinking of
Still my heart to your leaving
This I knew had to be
With no hope of retrieving
August days in Paris
Days of tears, days of laughter
Watching each slip away
Dreading what would come after
After our final day
Walking past glass and granite
You and I seem to be
On our own private planet
August days in Paris
Let me tell you, "I love you"
As you wander afar
Part of me is part of you
Anywhere that you are
The rest is all alone here
All lost in memory
Of the love I have known here
August days in Paris
What's the use of this dreaming
Dreams like this can't come true
To be back in that gleaming
August sun, back with you
When each glance held rapture
You and I will not see
Till we meet and recapture
August days in Paris