Lyrics:

It isn't by chance I happen to be a Boulevardier, the toast of Paree
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 of all, come sit over here, somebody will call
A drink for monsieur, a 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 by 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 handsome young men and summer been mine
But often, my eyes see a different shine
Are the apple trees, sunlit memories, where the hammock swung
On our back sweet lie, looking at the sky, 'til the stars were strung
Only last July when the world was young
Just a dream ago when the world was young