Siffler Sur La Colline
Joe Dassin
Whistle on the Hill
Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh
I saw her near a laurel
She was watching over her white sheep
When I asked where
Her fresh skin came from, she told me
It's from rolling in the dew
That makes the shepherdesses pretty
But when I said that with her
I would like to roll there too
She told me
She told me to go whistle
Up on the hill
To wait for her with
A small bouquet of wild roses
I picked flowers
And whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited
She never came
Zai-zai-zai-zai, Zai-zai-zai-zai
At the village fair
One day I sighed to her
That I would like to be an apple
Hanging from an apple tree
And that every time she passes by
She would come and bite into me
But she passed by while
Showing me her pretty teeth
She told me
She told me to go whistle
Up on the hill
To wait for her with
A small bouquet of wild roses
I picked the flowers
And whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited
She never came
Zai-zai-zai-zai, Zai-zai-zai-zai
Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh
She told me to go whistle
Up on the hill
To wait for her with
A small bouquet of wild roses
I picked the flowers
And whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited
She never came
Zai-zai-zai-zai, Zai-zai-zai-zai
Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh
