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
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?
What have you done to my heart?
(A5/7)