APRIL IN PARIS

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,

Holiday tables under the moon.

April in Paris, this is a feeling

No one can ever reprise.

Bridge:

*I never knew the charm of spring,

Never met it face-to-face.

I never knew my heart could sing,

Never missed a warm embrace, till

April in Paris, whom could I turn to?

What have you done to my heart?

(Instrumental interlude and pick up at bridge*.)

I never knew the charm of spring,

Never met it face-to-face.

I never knew my heart could sing,

Never missed a warm embrace, till

April in Paris, whom could I turn to?

What have you done to my heart?