Lyrics When the world was young - Helen Merrill, Kenny Dorham

When the world was young

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