Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.

Do trees have reason to lie?Is the sky higher than elsewhereIn Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.?Does the mountain have a smileAnd the river, some tearsIn Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.?In Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.So that I can't goA single day without finding myself thereHead in the cherry treesIn summerHead in the green fir treeIn winterOf course the wind is more rebellious,The water, a little cooler than elsewhereIn Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.Of course, there is my mother and my father,A beautiful summer, a long winterIn Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.In Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.There's the suckling of the morning dewAnd the path that will never be a roadAnd the girls undressedIn summerAnd the girls, all arms openIn winterDo trees have reason to lie?Is the sky higher than elsewhereIn Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.?Does the river have a smileAnd the mountain, some tearsIn Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.?In Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.So that I leave without leaving,That I want so much to die thereHead in the cherry treesIn summerHead in the green fir treeIn winterIn Sainte-Adèle, P. Q.