It isn’t by chance I happen to be
The femme fatale, the toast of Paris
For all of the noise, the talk and the smoke
I’m good for a drink, a laugh or a joke
I walk in a room, a party or ball
“Come sit over here”, somebody will call
“A drink to the beauty, a drink to us all!”
But how many times I get sad and I stop and I recall

Ah, the apple trees
Memories that freeze
Moments that call from a place of peace
Laughter from the heart life was blessed at the start
Oh the hope and glory
Only yesterday long ago when the world was young

You see me walking through streets of Berlin
My tears left traces mixed in with gin
My heart poured out in Halley’s downtown
A thousand bridges I jumped off alone

And sometimes I drink too much with the crowd
And sometimes I laugh far too loud
My head may be aching but it’s unbowed
And sometimes I see it all through a cloud

Ah, the apple trees
Such a distant memory
Many lifetimes ago
What happened to the tree
It fell and shattered me
And sometimes I still see
When the music plays
That space when the world was young

When all of the talk and all of the noise
And all of the smoke
Then I’m good for a drink and I’m good for a joke
And all of the talk and all of those jokes
All of that

Ah, the apple tree
It fell and shattered me
But sometimes I still see
When the music plays
That space when the world was young