(Ah The Apple Trees) When The World Was Young - Buddy Rich

It isn’t by chance I happen to be

A boulevardier, the toast of Paris

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 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

Lyin' in the hay

Games we used to play

While the rounds were sung

Only yesterday

When the world was young

Wherever I go thy mention my name

And that in itself, is som sort of fame

«Come by for a drink, we’re havin' 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 shine

Ah, the apple trees

And the hive of bees

Where we once got stung

Summers at Bordeaux

Rowing the bateau

Where the willow hung

Just a dream ago

When the world was young

When the world was young