Trousse Chemise

In the little woods of Shirt Pocket
When the sea is gray and we feel a bit down
In the little woods of Shirt Pocket
We did some silly things, remember us two
We set out for Shirt Pocket
Watched by the old folks behind their shutters
We left with a flower in our ear
With two bottles of real Muscadet

We swam at Shirt Pocket
The deserted beach was just for us two
We swam in discovery
The sea was green, and you were a bit too
In the woods of Shirt Pocket
We had lunch on the grass, but suddenly
I wanted, in a grand gesture
To conjugate the verb to love your neighbor

And I spilled at Shirt Pocket
Despite your prayers, fighting back
And I spilled the wine from our glasses
Your light dress and your seventeen years
When we came back from Shirt Pocket
The sea was gray, but you weren't anymore
When we got back, life took you back
You packed your bags, never came back

We cut wood at Shirt Pocket
It's raining on the beach of dead seasons
We cut wood, the wood of the cage
Where my too wise heart was imprisoned