When the World Was Young (Ah, The Apple Trees)

They call me coquette and mad'moiselle

And I must admit that I like it quite well

It's something to be the darling of all

La grande femme fatale, the belle of the ball

There's nothing as gay as life in Paree

There's no other person I'd rather be

I love what I do and I love what I see

But where is the school girl that used to be me

Ah, the apple trees, where at garden teas

Jack o' lanterns swung, fashions of the day

Vests of appliqué, dresses of shantung

Only yesterday, when the world was young

You'll see me at Cape 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 laugh a little too loud

My head may be aching but it's unbowed

And sometimes I see it all through a cloud

Ah, the apple trees, sunlit memories

Where the hammocks swung, on our backs we'd lie

Looking at the sky till the stars were strung

Only last July, when the world was young