(Ah, the Apple Trees) When the World Was Young - Nat King Cole
Written by：M. Phillippe Gerard/Angela Vannier/Johnny Mercer
It isn't by chance I happen to be
A boulevardier the toast of paree
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 of all
Come sit over here somebody will call
A drink for monsieur a drink for us all
But how many times I spark and recall
Are the apple trees
Blossoms in the breeze that we walk 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 the company's fine
There's laughter and lights and glamour and wine
And beautiful girls and summer's mine
But often my eyes see a different shine
Are the apple trees sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung
On our backs sweet lie looking at the sky
Till the stars were strung
Only last July when the world was young
