When The World Was Young

It isn't by chance I happen to be the belle of the ball
The toast of Paris
For over the noise, the crowd 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 the lady, a drink for us all
But how many times, do I stop and recall

Ah, 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

Wherevеr I go they mention my name
And that in itsеlf is some sort of fame
Come on by for a drink, we're having a game
Wherever I go, I'm glad that I came

The talk is gay, the company is fine
There's laughter and lights and glamour and wine
And some men and some of them mine
But often my eyes see a different shine

Ah, the apple trees
Sunlight memories where the hammer swung
On our backs we'd lie, looking at the sky
'Til the rounds were sung
Just a year ago, when the world was young