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

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, 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, sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung
On our backs we'd lie, lookin' at the sky
Till the stars were strung
Only last July, when the world was young

Lying in the hay, games we used to play
Till the stars were strung
Only yesterday, when the world was young