Il Pleut, Il Pleut Bergère

It's raining, it's raining shepherdess
Hurry your white sheep
Let's go under my cottage
Shepherdess, quick, let's go
I hear beneath the leaves
The water falling with a crash
Here comes, here comes the storm
Here comes the lightning that shines

Do you hear the thunder?
It's rolling closer
Find some shelter, shepherdess
To my right as we walk
I see our little cabin
And look, here comes
My mother and my sister Anne
Who are going to open the barn

Good evening, good evening, mother
Sister Anne, good evening
I’m bringing my shepherdess
Close to us tonight
Go dry off, my dear
By our warm embers
Sister, keep her company
Come in, little sheep

Let’s take good care, oh my mother
Of her lovely flock
Give more bedding
To her little lamb
It’s done, let’s go near her
Well then, here you are!
In her corset, how beautiful she is!
Mother, look at her

Let’s eat! Take this chair
You’ll be close to me
This larch torch
Will burn in front of you
Taste this dairy
But you’re not eating!
Do you feel the storm?
It’s worn you out

Well, here’s your bed
Sleep there until dawn
On your pure forehead
I’ll place a kiss of love
Don’t blush, shepherdess
My mother and I tomorrow
We’ll go to your father’s
To ask for your hand