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 a ball
Come sit over here
Somebody will call
A drink for monsieur
Drink for us all
But how many times I stop and recall
Are 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 buy 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
Are the apple trees
Sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung
On our backs we'd lie
Looking at the sky
Till the stars were strong
Only last july
When the world was young