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