Douce France

They come back to my memory
Familiar memories
I see my black blouse again
When I was a schoolboy
On the way to school
I sang at full voice
Romances without words
Old songs from the past
Sweet France
Dear country of my childhood
Rocked by tender carelessness
I kept you in my heart!

My village with its bell tower and wise houses
Where children my age
Shared my happiness
Yes I love you
And I give you this poem
Yes I love you
In joy or pain
Sweet France
Dear country of my childhood
Rocked by tender carelessness
I kept you in my heart
I have known landscapes
And wonderful suns
During distant journeys
Far away under other skies
But how much I prefer them
My blue sky my horizon
My main road and my river
My meadow and my house