April in Paris

Writer(s): E. Y. Harburg / Vernon Duke

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, 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, I never missed a warm embrace.
Till April in Paris, whom can I run to? What have you done to my heart?

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