Decemberists - The Legionnaire's Lament lyrics

I'm a legionnaire

Camel in disrepair

Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by

I am on reprieve

Lacking my joie de vive

Missing my gay paris

In this desert dry

And I wrote my girl

Told her I would not return

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 side walk 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 dam

La la la low

Medicating in the sun

Pinched doses of laudanum

Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland

Curses to this mirage!

A bottle of ancient Chiraz

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 boulevard

And the side walk 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

If only summer rain would fall

On the houses and the boulevard

And the side walk bagatelles its 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,

I'll be back again