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 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 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
Sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung
On our backs we’d lie
Gazing at the sky
Till the stars were strung
Only last July when the world was young