Lyrics by: Johnny Mercer
Arranged by: Axel Stordahl
Originally made famous by: Peggy Lee
Label: Capitol Records
Recorded: September 11, 1961
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It isn't by chance I happen to
be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
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 of
all, come sit over here, somebody will call
A drink for monsieur, a drink
for us all, but how many times, I sat and recall.
Are the apple trees, blossoms in
the breeze that we walk 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 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's fine,
There's laughter and lights and
glamour and wine.
And beautiful girls and summer's
been mine, but often my eyes see a different shine.
Are the apple trees, sunlit
memories, where the hammock swung,
On our backs sweet lie, looking
at the sky, till the stars were strung
Only last July when the world
was young.