Ah, the apple trees
Blossoms in the breeze
That we walked among
Lying in the hay
Games we used to play
While the rounds were sung
Only yesterday
When the world was young
While sitting around we often recall
The laugh of the year, the night of them all
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 a ball
There's laughter and lights and wine for us all
And beautiful girls all quite divine
But often my eyes see a different shine
Ah, the apple trees
Sunlit memories
Where the herb-mo con
On our backs we′d lie
Looking at the sky
'Til the stars were strung
Only last July
When the world was young
When the world was young
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Gerard Philippe, Angele Marie Therese Vannier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
