Our Last Summer - Abba
The summer air was soft and warm(Not so much. It was freezing and raw most of the time we were there.)
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did its best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
View of the Arc de Triomphe taken while crossing the Champs de l'Elysee(I am horribly ashamed to admit we did not stop at any cafes for drinks. At 5.50euro for a hot chocolate, we simply couldn't justify it!)
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
)Sadly, the weather wasn't conducive to strolling through any of Paris's famous parks.)
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We would laugh and play
And now you're working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams?
WOW! Nice job with the song and photos.
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katie