April in Paris
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
Chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables
Under the trees
April in Paris
This is a feeling
That no one can ever reprise
I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
And I never knew my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace till
April in Paris
Whom can I run to?
What have you done to my heart?
Writer/s: E. Y. HARBURG, VERNON DUKE
