R&R Trip to France

Every time I look down on this timeless town whether blue or gray be her skies.
Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, more and more do I realize:
I love Paris in the springtime.
I love Paris in the fall.

I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,

I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.
I love Paris every moment, every moment of the year.
I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near