April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
Holiday tables under the trees.
April in Paris, this is a feeling
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,
I never missed a warm embrace.

Till April in Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to
my heart.

April in Paris, April in Paris
April in Paris...