(Ah the Apple Trees) When the World Was Young - Peggy Lee

They call me coquette, and mademoiselle

And I must admit I like it quite well

It’s something to be the darling of all;

Le grande femme fatale, the belle of the ball

There’s nothing as gay as life in Paris

There’s no other person, I’d rather be

I love what I do, I love what I see

But where is the schoolgirl that used to be me

Ah, the apple trees

Where at garden teas

Jack-o-lanterns swung:

Fashions of the day

Vests of applique

Dresses of shantung

Only yesterday

When the world was young

While sitting around we often recall

The laugh of the year, the night of them all

The blonds who was so attractive that year

Some opening night that made us all cheer;

Remember that time we all got so tight

And Jacques and Antoine got into a fight

The gendarmes who came, passed out like a light

I laugh with the rest, it’s all very bright

Ah, the apple trees

Sunlight memories

Where the hammock swung

On our backs we’d lie;

Looking at the shy

Till the stars were strung

Only last July

When the world was young

You’ll see me in Cape D’Antibes, or in Spain

I follow the sun by boat or by plane

It’s any old millionaire in a storm

For I’ve got my mink to keep my heart warm:

And sometimes I drink too much with the crowd

And, sometimes I talk a little too loud

My head may be aching, but it’s unbowed

And sometimes I see it all through the cloud

Ah, the apple trees

And the hive of bees

Where we once got stung

Summers at Bordeau

Rowing at bateau

Where the willow hung

Just a dream ago

When the world was young