Our Last Summer (1980) (ABBA Super Trouper)

The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did its best to please us.
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe.
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
Smiled like Mona Lisa.
We had our chance.
It was a fine and true romance.

I can still recall our last summer.
I still see it all.
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer.
Memories that remain.

We made our way along the river,
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel Tower.
I was so happy we had met.
It was the age of no regret.
Oh, yes.
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power.
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance.

I can still recall our last summer.
I still see it all.
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand.

Paris restaurants.
Our last summer.
Morning croissants.
Living for the day, worries far away.
Our last summer
We could laugh and play.

And now you're working in a bank
The family man, the football fan.
And your name is Harry.
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams.

I can still recall our last summer.
I still see it all.
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer.
Memories that remain.
I can still recall our last summer.
I still see it all.
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer.
Walking hand in hand.
Paris restaurants.
Our last summer.
Morning croissants.
Living for the day, worries far away.

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