Frank Sinatra — April in Paris

I never knew the charm of spring I never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing 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 And I never new 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?