It isn't by chance I happen to be,
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A boulevardier, the toast of Paris.
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For over the noise, the talk and the smoke,
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I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a jokeI walk in a room, a party or ball,
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"Come sit over here" somebody will call.
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"A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us all!
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But how many times I stop and recall.
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Ah, the apple trees,
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Blossoms in the breeze,
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That we walked among,
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Lying in the hay,
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Games we used to play,
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While the rounds were sung,
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Only yesterday, when the world was young.
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Wherever I go they mention my name,
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And that in itself, is some sort of fame,
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"Come by for a drink, we're having a game,"
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Wherever I go I'm glad that I came.
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The talk is quite gay, the company fine,
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There's laughter and lights, and glamour and wine,
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And beautiful girls and some of them mine,
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But often my eyes see a diff'rent shine.
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Ah, the apple trees,
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Sunlit memories,
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Where the hammock swung,
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On our backs we'd lie,
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Looking at the sky,
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Till the stars were strung,
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Only last July when the world was young.
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Ah, the apple trees,
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Blossoms in the breeze,
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That we walked among,
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Lying in the hay,
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Games we used to play,
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While the rounds were sung,
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Only yesterday, when the world was young.
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While sitting around, we often recall,
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The laugh of the year, the night of them all.
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The blonde who was so attractive that year,
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Some opening night that made us all cheer.
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Remember that time we all got so tight,
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And Jacques and Antoine got into a fight.
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The gendarmes who came, passed out like a light,
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I laugh with the rest, it's all very bright.
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(Ah, The Apple Trees) When The World Was Young
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| Frank Sinatra |
