Our Last Summer sing and play along

The sum mer air was soft and warm,

the feel ing right, the Par is night did its best to please us.

And stroll ing down the E ly sée we had a drink in each ca fé,

and you, you talked of pol i tics,

phi los o phy and I smiled like Mo na Li sa.

We had our chance, it was a fine and true ro mance.

I can still re call our last sum mer,

I still see it all,

walks a long the Seine, laugh ing in the rain,

our last sum mer, mem 'ries that re main.

We made our way a long the riv er and we sat down in the grass by the Eif fel Tow er.

I was so hap py we had met,

it was the age of no re gret,

oh yes.

Those cra zy years, that was the time of the flow er pow er,

but un der neath we had a fear of fly ing,

of get ting old, a fear of slow ly dy ing.

We took the chance like we were danc ing our last dance.

I can still re hand,

Par is res tau rants, our last sum mer,

morn ing cro is sants,

liv ing for the day, wor ries far a way,

our last sum mer, we could laugh and play.

And now you're work in' in a bank,

a fam 'ly man, a foot ball fan,

and your name is Har ry.

How dull it seems,

yet you're the he ro of my dreams.

I can still re call our last sum mer,

I still see it all,

walks a long the Seine, laugh ing in the rain,

our last sum mer, mem 'ries that re main.

I can still re call our last sum mer,

I still see it all,

in the tour ist jam 'round the No tre Dame,

our last sum mer, walk ing hand in hand.

I can still re