Ça s'est passé un dimanche

She had everything to please him
He had everything to please her too
But she lived in Bécon-Les-Bruyères
And he stayed in Bercy
It was enough for the god of love
To make them meet
This meeting took place one fine day
I’m gonna tell you about it
It happened on a Sunday
A Sunday by the water
She wore her white dress
He had his checkered poker cap
He also had these funny little eyes
And a tongue that wasn’t tied
So he invited the pretty typist
To hide from the sun under the branches
It happened on a Sunday
A Sunday by the water.
The young lady was proper
On the grass, she refused to sit
But her heart was pounding hard under her bodice
She swore she’d see him again
She saw him all through the beautiful season,
A blackbird told me
They were the only ones under the trunks
Of the elms and even that she slipped up
It happened on a Sunday
A Sunday by the water
She wore her white dress
He had his checkered poker cap
But in the game of love
She soon gained a little more curve in her hips
Since for our France we need kids, he told her
Now's not the time for you to back down
It happened on a Sunday
A Sunday by the water
For the child to have a father
The father being a sensible man
Found nothing better than to marry the mother
It’s nothing but it needed to be thought of
He only thought of it fifteen years later
That’s why
On the wedding day, we saw their kid
Dancing the java
It happened on a Sunday
A Sunday by the water
In a wooden shack
That they call Caboulo in spring
And while the friends after the little cakes
Were playing a three-hand belote
To revisit the spot of their first kiss
They both ran away under the branches
It happened on a Sunday
A Sunday by the water
That’s all!