John Denver

Dear friend of my mine,
The weather's fine.
Today I saw some ruins of the Roman world's decline,
And I climbed all those Spanish steps
You've heard of them no doubt.
But Rome has lost its glory, I don't know what it’s about.
I wish you were here,
When the shadows fall and all the rushing traffic's still.
I wish you were here,
When the bells are ringing on the seven hills.
I make my way to a small cafe, I wonder what you did today.
Wish you were here.

Dear one at home.
I just flew in from Rome,
Paris is a postcard all decked out in color chrome
And so I climbed the Eiffel Tower
And prayed at Notre Dame
But I just can't find the romance
And I wonder why I came.
Wish you were here
On the Champs Elysées lovers walk hand in hand.
Wish you were here.
They take one look at me and seem to understand.
This city of light is a lovely site, the first bright star I see tonight.
Wish you were here.

Now I write this from the plane,
drinking cheap champagne,
and wondering why two people got so far apart.
Wish you were here, here in London where the rain the pouring down.
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
Wish you were here.
I wish you were here,
Wish you were here.