John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
John McDermott
Written by John Denver
Dear friend of mine the weather's fine
Today I saw some ruins of the Roman worlds decline
So I climbed those Spanish steps
You've heard so much about
But Rome has lost its glory
I don't know what it's about
I wish you were here when the shadows falling
And all the rushing traffics still
I wish you were here
When the bells are ringing on the seven hills
I'll make my way to a small caf?BR I wonder what you did today
I wish you were here
Dear one at home I just flew in from Rome
Now Paris is a post card
All decked out in colored chrome
So I climbed the Eiffel Tower
And I 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
Wish you were here when 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
I'll wish you were here
Now I write this from the plane
Drinking cheap champagne
Wondering how two people got so far apart
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
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here