Village at the bottom of the valley
Like lost, almost ignored
Here in the starry night
A newborn is given to us
Jean-François Nicot is his name
He is chubby, tender, and rosy
At the church, a handsome little man
Tomorrow you will be baptized
Its voice from echo to echo
Says to the world that is astonished
It's for Jean-François Nicot
It's to welcome a soul
A flower that opens to the day
Barely, barely a flame
Still weak that demands
Protection, tenderness, love
Village at the bottom of the valley
Far from the paths, far from humans
Here after nineteen years
Heart in turmoil, Jean-François
Takes as his wife sweet Élise
White as an apple blossom
Before God in the old church
This day, they got married
All the bells ring, ring
Their voice from echo to echo
Wonderfully crowns
The wedding of François Nicot
One heart, one soul
Says the priest, and forever
That rises and proclaims
The greatness of your love
Village at the bottom of the valley
Days, nights, time has fled
Here in the starry night
A heart falls asleep, François is dead
For all flesh is like grass
It is like the flower of the fields
Ears, ripe fruits, bouquets, and sheaves
Alas! Everything is drying up
Do not tremble faithful hearts
God will give you a sign one day
You will find under his wing