I stand in London's Trafalger Square

And hear the pigeons coo,

As I walk the streets of Venice

I'm thinking of you.

I wonder as I look over Paris

If you're thinking of me too,

Because as I watch the mountains of Champrey

I'm thinking of you.

And as I travel on to the ramparts of Germany

And see the Austrian view,

I stay awake on the plane, always thinking,

I'm thinking of you.