(Ah, the Apple Trees) When the World Was Young

[Verse 1]
It isn't by chance I happen to be
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke
I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke
I walk in a room, a party or ball
"Come sit over here" somebody will call
"A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us all"
But how many times I stop and recall

[Chorus]
Ah, the apple trees, blossoms in the breeze
That we walked among
Lying in the hay, games we used to play
While the rounds were sung
Only yesterday, when the world was young

[Verse 2]
Wherever I go thеy mention my name
And that in itself is somе sort of fame
"Come by for a drink, we're having a game"
Wherever I go, I'm glad that I came
The talk is quite gay, the company fine
There's laughter and lights and glamour and wine
And beautiful girls, and some of them mine
But often my eyes see a different shine

[Outro]
Ah, the apple trees, sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung
On our backs we'd lie looking at the sky
'Til the stars were strung
Only last July, when the world was young