When the World Was Young
Johnny Mercer, Philippe-Gérard
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 wherе at garden teas
Jack-o lanterns swung
Fashions of thе day, vest of appliqué
Dresses of shantung
Only yesterday, when the world was young
Ah, the apple trees and the hive of bees
Where we once got stung
Summer's at Bordeaux, rowing at Bateaux
Where the willow hung
Just a dream ago, when the world was young