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
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