WHEN THE WORLD WAS YOUNG(Gerard/Vannier/Mercer)It isn't by chance I happen to be
A boulevard deer, the toast of ParisFor over the noise, the talk and the smoke
I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a jokeI walk in a room, a party or ball
"Come sit over here", somebody will call
"A drink for Monsieur, a drink for us all"But how many times I stop - and recall
Ah, the apple treesBlossoms in the breezeThat we walked amongLying in the hay
Games we used to playWhile the rounds were sungOnly yesterday
When the world was youngWherever 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 beautiful girls, and some of them mine
But often my eyes see a different shineAh, the apple treesSun-lit memories
Where the hammock swungOn our backs we'd lieLooking at the sky
'Til the stars were strungOnly last JulyWhen the world was young
When the world was young