The Decemberists Lyrics

8. The Legionnaire'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 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

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