Decemberists The Legionnaire`s Lament Lyrics

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 vivre 

missing my gay paris

in this desert dry



and i wrote my girl 

told her i would not return 

i've terribly taken a turn 

for the worse now I fear



its 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 sidewalk 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 



medicating in the sun 

pinched doses of laudanum

longing for old fecundity of my homeland



curses to this mirage! 

a bottle of ancient shiraz

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 boulevards 

and the sidewalk 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



if only summer rain would fall 

on the houses and the boulevards 

and the sidewalk 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..