Billie Holiday — April In Paris

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 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 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 did you mean to What have you done to My heart