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 darling of all
Le grande femme fatale
The belle of the ball
There's nothing as gay as life in 'paree'
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,
Lying in the hay,
Games we used to play,
While the rounds were sung,
Only yesterday, when the world was young
You'll see me at cape d'antibes and spain
I follow the sun by boat or by plane
It's any old millionaire in a storm
For i've got my mink to keep my heart warm
And sometimes i drink too much with the crowd
And sometimes i talk a little too loud
My head may be aching but it's unbowed
And sometimes i see it all through a cloud
Ah, the apple trees,
Sunlit memories,
Where the hammock swung,
On our backs we'd lie,
Looking at the sky,
Till the stars were strung,
Only last july, when the world was young
Ah, the apple trees.
And the hive of bees.
Where we once got stung
Summers at bordeaux
Rowing at bateau
Where the willows hung
Just a dream ago
When the world was young
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