"like Frankie said I did it my way.."

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 new 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?