It's a rainy night in Paris. And the harbor lights are low. He must leave his love in Paris. Before the winter snow. On a lonely street in Paris. He held her close to say.
I never knew the charm of spring. I never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. I never missed a warm embrace. Till April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom.
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.