Yip Harburg: April In Paris

Yip wrote this without ever being in Paris

I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face

I never knew 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 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