Ella Fitzgerald

Every time I look down on this timeless town,
Whether blue or gray be her skies,
Whether loud be her cheers, or whether soft be her tears,
More and more do I realize that...

I love paris in the spring time
I love paris in the fall
I love paris in the summer when it sizzles
I Love paris in the winter when it drizzles

I love paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love Paris, why oh why do I love paris
Because my love is here.