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.

(Cole Porter)