Our Last Summer
- Paul Clarkson (2004)You are listening to the song Our Last Summer by Paul Clarkson, writer by Björn Ulvaeus;Benny Andersson in album Mamma Mia! - Original Cast Recording (Special 5th Anniversary Edition). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
- Overture: Prologue - Lisa Stokke
- Under Attack - Lisa Stokke
- I Have A Dream - Lisa Stokke
- Lay All Your Love On Me - Andrew Langtree
- The Name Of The Game - Lisa Stokke
- Slipping Through My Fingers - Lisa Stokke
- Chiquitita - Jenny Galloway
- Money, Money, Money - Jenny Galloway
- Dancing Queen - Jenny Galloway
- Super Trouper - Female Company
- Take A Chance On Me - Jenny Galloway
- Does Your Mother Know - Company
- I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do - Company
- Mamma Mia! - Siobhán McCarthy
- S.O.S - Hilton McCrae
- Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - The Cast
- Honey, Honey - Eliza Lumley
- Thank You For The Music - Hilton McRae
- Voulez-Vous - Hilton McRae
- Entr'acte - The Orchestra
- One Of Us - Hilton McCrae
- Knowing Me, Knowing You - Hilton McRae
- Our Last Summer - Paul Clarkson
- The Winner Takes It All - Siobhán McCarthy
- Mamma Mia - The Cast
- Dancing Queen - The Cast
- Waterloo - The Cast
Lyrics
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 growing old
A fear of slowly dying
We took our 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, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet, you were 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.
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