writers: harburgduke
i never knew the charm of spring
i never met it face to face
i never new 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 new 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