When The World Was Young

It isn't by chance I happen to be
The belle of the ball, 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 or ball
Come sit over here, somebody will call
A drink for my friend, a drink for us all
But how many times, I stop 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

Wherеver I go they mention my namе
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 fine
There's laughter and lights and glamour and wine
And [?] men and some of them 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