Текст песни When The World Was Young (Ah, The Apple Trees) - Bing Crosby

Labelle Frances finished this with some lovely melodies recently
And several hit songs, here′s the new one
Johnny Mercer, celebrated and clever lyricist
Has furnished the libretto for this particular song

Ah, the apple tree
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

It isn't by chance that I happen to be
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris
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 monsieur, a drink for us all
But how many times I stop and recall?

Ah, the apple trees
Sunlit memories
Where the hammock swung
On our backs we'd lie
Looking at the sky
'Til the stars were strung
Only last July when the world was young

Lying in the hay
Games we used to play
′Til the stars were strung
Only yesterday when the world was young

(Very nice) What else we got?