(Ah, The Apple Tree) When The World Was Young
They call me coquette and mademoiselle,
And I must admit I like it quite well.
It's something to be the belle of the ball,
Le grande femme fatale, the darling of all;
There's nothing as gay as life in paris ,
There's no other person, I'd rather be,
I love what I do, I love what I see,
But where is the schoolgirl that used to be me
Ah, the apple trees,
Blossoms in the breeze,
That we walked among,
On our backs we'd lie,
Gazing at the sky,
Till the stars were strung,
Only last July
When the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name,
And that in itself, is some sort of fame,
"Come by for a drink, Come by for a game, "
Wherever I go I'm glad that I came.
The talk is quite gay, the company's fine,
There's laughter and lights, and glamour and wine,
And wonderful men and some of them mine,
But often my eyes see a different shine.
Ah, the apple trees,
Sunlight memories,
Where the hammock swung,
On our backs we'd lie;
Gazing at the sky,
'til the rounds were sung,
Only last July,
When the world was young.
(Michel Philippe-Gérard / Johnny Mercer)