Harold Arlen Follow

The glamour’s gone,
The shades are down
And Paris is only a lonely town
Lonely

When love’s a laugh
And you’re the clown
Then Paris is only another town
Dreary

For the loveless clown
This town’s a weary merry-go-round
And round
And round

The chestnut
The willow
The colors of Utrillo
Turn to gray, gray hues

The band playing Bizet
Along the Champs-Élysées
Sounds like way-down blues

Paris is a lonely
Dreary
Oh, so lonely town

Where’s that shining flower ‘neath the Eiffel Tower?
Where’s that fairyland of gold?
Isn’t it a pity that this magic city turned suddenly cold?

The chimneys moan
The river cries
Each glamorous bridge is a bridge of sighs

River, river
Won’t you be my lover?
Don’t turn me down

For Paris
Is such a lonely
Lonely....town