It isn't by chance 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,
blossoms in the breeze that we walked among
lying in the hay,
games we used to play,
while the rounds were sung,
when the world was young.
"When the World was Young"
as performed by Frank Sinatra, Point of No Return (1961)