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