They call me coquette, and mademoiselle
And I must admit I like it quite well
It's something to be the darling of all
Le grande femme fatale the belle of the ball;
There's nothing as gay as life in Paris
There's no other person, I'd rather be
I love what I do, I love what I see
But where is the schoolgirl that used to be me
Ah, the apple trees
Where at garden teas
Jack-o-lanterns swung:
Fashions of the day
Vests of applique
Dresses of shantung
Only yesterday
When the world was young
While sitting around we often recall
The laugh of the year the night of them all
The blonds who was so attractive that year
Some opening night that made us all cheer;
Remember that time we all got so tight
And jacques and antoine got into a fight
The gendarmes who came, passed out like a light
I laugh with the rest it's all very bright
Ah, the apple trees
Sunlight memories
Where the hammock swung
On our backs we'd lie;
Looking at the shy
'til the stars were strung
Only last July
When the world was young
You'll see me in Cape d'Antibes, or in Spain
I follow the sun by boat or by plane
It's any old millionaire in a storm
For I've got my mink to keep my heart warm:
And sometimes I drink too much with the crowd
And, sometimes I talk a little too loud
My head may be aching, but it's unbowed
And sometimes I see it all through a cloud
Ah, the apple trees
And the hive of bees
Where we once got stung
Summers at Bordeau
Rowing at Bateau
Where the willow hung
Just a dream ago
When the world was young
