Vernon duke / e. y. harburg 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 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