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

La grande femme fatale

The belle of the ball

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

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