(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 thеy mention my name
And that in itself, is somе 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