April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever repriseI never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embraceTill April in Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to my heartYes, April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever repriseI never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embraceTill April in Paris
Now whom can I run to
Oh, what have you done to my heartI never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embraceTill April in Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to my heart
Songwriters
E. Y. HARBURG, VERNON DUKEPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.