When the World Was Young

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 ɾather be,
I love what I do, I love what I see,
But where is the schoolgirl that used to [C7]be [Am]meâ?¦.

Ah, the apple tɾees,
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 ɾecall,
The laugh of the year ' the night of them [A]all,
The blonds who was [Am7]so attɾactive that year,
Some opening night that made us all [Em]cheer;
Remember that time we all [Em]got [Fm7]so tight,
And Jacques and [Bm]Antoine got [Fm7]into [C7]a fight,
The gendarmes who came, passed out like [F]a light,
I laugh with the ɾest ' it's all [Em]very bright.

Ah, the apple tɾees,
Sunlight memories,
Where the hammock swung,
On our backs we'd lie;
Looking at the shy,
'Til the stars were stɾung,
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 [Fm7]my [A]mink to [C7]keep my [A]heart warm:
And sometimes I drink too much with the crowd,
And, sometimes I talk a little too loud,
My head may be [Am]aching, but it's unbowed,
And sometimes I see it all [Em]through the cloudâ?¦

Ah, the apple tɾees,
And the hive of bees,
Where we once got [Fm7]stung,
Summers at Bordeau:
Rowing at bateau,
Where the willow hung,
Just a dream ago,
When the World Was Young