When The World Was Young

It isn't by chance I happen to be

A boulevard deer 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 Monsieur 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 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 different shine

Ah the apple trees

Sun lit memories

Where the hammock swung

On our backs we'd lie

Looking at the sky

'Til the stars were strung

Only last July

When the world was young

When the world was young