| Lyrics: | 1. It isn't by chance I happen to be,
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris.
For over the
noise, the talk and the smoke,
I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a jokeI walk in a room, a party
or ball,
"Come sit over here" somebody will call.
"A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us
all!
But how many times I stop and recall.
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.
2. Wherever I go they
mention my name,
And that in itself, is some sort of fame,
"Come by for a drink, we're
having 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 beautiful girls and some of
them mine,
But often my eyes see a diff'rent shine.
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,
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.
3.
While sitting around, we often recall,
The laugh of the year, the night of them all.
The
blonde who was so attractive that year,
Some opening night that made us all cheer.
Remember
that time we all got so tight,
And Jacques and Antoine got into a fight.
The gendarmes who
came, passed out like a light,
I laugh with the rest, it's all very bright. |
