Marti Pellow When The World Was Young Lyrics

It isn't by chance that I happen to be
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris.
And through all the noise, the talk and the smoke,
I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke.
I go 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, 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 call me by name.
And that in itself, is some sort of fame.
I'm good for a laugh, a drink and a game
Wherever I go I'm glad that I came.
The life that I live I like it just fine
Music and romance and glamour and wine
And beautiful girls and some of them mine,
But often my eyes see a different shine.
Ah, the apple trees, blossoms in the breeze.
where we walked alone lying in the hay.
Games we used to play, while the rounds were sung.
Only yesterday when the world was young.