Harold Arlen Follow

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 lover's clown
This town's a weary merry go round
And round and round

The chestnut, the willow, the colors of Utrillo
Urn to gray, gray hues

Sounds like wake up blues

Paris is a lonely, dreary, oh so lonely town
Where's that shining flower 'neath the Eiffel Tower?
Where's that fairy land 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

And Paris is only a lonely town
Lonely, when love's a laugh and you're the clown