Текст песни When the World Was Young - Eydie Gormé
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 I'll Take Romance
2 This Is No Laughing Matter
3 Fine And Dandy
4 Day By Day
5 The Gentleman in a Dope
6 Too Close for Comfort
7 Guess Who I Saw Today
8 Be Careful, It's My Heart
9 Saturday Night (Is The Loneliest Night Of The Week)
10 First Impression
11 How Long Has This Been Going On
12 Gypsy in My Soul
13 When the World Was Young
14 In Love In Vain
15 Here I Am in Love Again
16 Why Shouldn't I
17 In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning
18 Love Letters
19 In Other Words
20 When I Fall in Love
21 Idle Conversation
22 Why Try To Change Me Now
23 Impossible
24 It Could Happen to You
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