| Song | When the World Was Young |
| Artist | Frank Sinatra |
| Album | Point of No Return |
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| Lyrics:Johnny Mercer Music:Philippe Gerard Arranger:Axel Stordahl | |
| 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. |
| Lyrics: Johnny Mercer Music: Philippe Gerard Arranger: Axel Stordahl | |
| 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. |
| Lyrics: Johnny Mercer Music: Philippe Gerard Arranger: Axel Stordahl | |
| 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. |