The Legionaire's Lament
I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair
Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by
I am on reprieve, lacking my joie de vivre
Missing my gay Paris in this desert dry
And I wrote my girl told her I would not return
I've terribly taken a turn for the worse now I fear
It's been a year or more since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a foreign war so far away from my home
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles
It's like a dream
With the roar of cars and the
Lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping
Of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back
Again
La la la la
La la la la
Medicating in the sun, pinched doses of laudanum
Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland
Curses to this mirage! A bottle of ancient shiraz
A smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears
On the old left bank my baby in a charabanc
Riding up the width and length of the Champs Elysees
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles
It's like a dream
With the roar of cars and the
Lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping
Of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back
Again
La la la la
La la la la
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles
It's like a dream
With the roar of cars and the
Lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping
Of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back
Again
Be back again
Be back again
Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by
I am on reprieve, lacking my joie de vivre
Missing my gay Paris in this desert dry
And I wrote my girl told her I would not return
I've terribly taken a turn for the worse now I fear
It's been a year or more since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a foreign war so far away from my home
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles
It's like a dream
With the roar of cars and the
Lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping
Of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back
Again
La la la la
La la la la
Medicating in the sun, pinched doses of laudanum
Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland
Curses to this mirage! A bottle of ancient shiraz
A smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears
On the old left bank my baby in a charabanc
Riding up the width and length of the Champs Elysees
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles
It's like a dream
With the roar of cars and the
Lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping
Of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back
Again
La la la la
La la la la
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles
It's like a dream
With the roar of cars and the
Lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping
Of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back
Again
Be back again
Be back again
Credits
Writer(s): The Decemberists
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