Où vont les fleurs
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Where Do the Flowers Go
Who can say where the flowers go
Of time that passes
Who can say where the flowers are
Of time gone by
When the pretty season comes
The young girls have picked them
What will we know one day?
When will we know? One day…
Who can say where the girls go
Of time that passes
Who can say where the girls are
Of time gone by
When the time for songs comes
Given to the boys
What will we know one day?
When will we know? One day…
But where do all the boys go
Of time that passes
But where are all the boys
Of time gone by
When the drum rolled
They became little soldiers
What will we know one day?
When will we know? One day…
But where do all the soldiers go
Of time that passes
But where are all the soldiers
Of time gone by
They fell in battle
And lie beneath their crosses
What will we know one day?
When will we know? One day…
It’s made of so many crosses
The time that passes
It’s made of so many crosses
The time gone by
Poor graves of forgetfulness
The flowers have taken them over
What will we know one day?
When will we know? One day…
Who can say where the flowers go
Of time that passes
Who can say where the flowers are
Of time gone by
On the graves of May
The girls make bouquets
What will we know one day?
When will we know? Never…
