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 ball
"Come sit over here" somebody will call
"A drink for M´sieur, 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
Lyin´ 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 havin´ 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
Sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung
On our backs we´d lie
Looking at the sky
Till the stars were strung
Only last July when the world was young