À La Plus Haute Branche
Céline Dion
On the Highest Branch
By the clear fountain, I’m out for a stroll
Hanging on the highest branch
Among the chestnut fruits
It looks like you’re swaying
I see you and I lose my grip
Even if nothing matters anymore
Did you at least find the key
That brings back our childhood
And our schoolboy laughter?
Tonight, it’s the autumn wind
That will rock you
Let it be away from men
Rocking you close to me
There will surely be some awkwardness
Like a brief hesitation
When it’s time to set the chairs
For the New Year’s Eve dinner
You’ll live in all our silences
In the randomness of conversations
I’ll tame your absence
But I won’t say your name anymore
Tonight, it’s the autumn wind
That will rock you
Let it be away from men
Rocking you close to me
Hanging on the highest branch
One day I’ll forgive you
Tell God it’s Sunday
And that He can come get you.
