The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay, I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone, you'll never walk alone.

You've got to be taught to hate and fear.

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay, I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.

If you really believe in the brotherhood of man, and you want to come into its fold, you've got to let everyone else in, too.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart.