时间：2013-06-16
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(Ah the Apple Trees) When the World Was Young - Buddy Rich & His Orchestra
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 joke
I 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
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
He 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 different shine
Ah the apple trees
And the hive of bees
Where we once got stung
Summers at bordeau
Rowing at bateau
Where the willow hung
Just a dream ago
When the world was young
When the world was young
