April in Paris
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
Evening melodies
April in Paris, this is a feeling
That no one can ever reprieve
I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
I 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
