exactly one year on and another batch of fine young men who take pride in having once don the green black white and fought for its honour on the rugby fields have come through the ranks. in the times spent with them, certain life lessons have been imparted to me - lessons that will no doubt stand myself and these former comrades in arms in good stead in the years to come. for once in my life i have come to know what its like to win and more importantly the mark of what it takes to be a winner. he was right, clinging on to the past, does one no good, never let the contours of memories trap you within the past. and so its time i ended it with the cliche and firmly condemn it all to history. auspicium melioris aevi.

still there's a future that we walk towards. Paris, with your Champs Elysee, your Effiel Tower, your Lourve, your moonlit cafes by the Seine, i will come to you some day darling.

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