Quelque Chose de France

I saw the steeples of the villages
The vineyards by the ocean
The wheat fields under the clouds
And the poplars in the wind

I saw eternal Lorraine
And Savoy in April
I saw the sun of Marseille
Hanging on the girls' skirts

And when the plane lands
In Normandy or in Provence
A glass of wine or a rose
Make me feel something of France
When the engines stop
I create another childhood
I know deep in my heart
I have this little something of France

I saw the hills of Burgundy
And the blue rocks of Brittany
The black ponds of Sologne
And the cellars in the heart of Champagne

I saw the castles of Bordeaux
And the castles along the Loire
The old ramparts of Saint-Malo
And Paris on the grand boulevards

And when the plane lands
In Normandy or in Provence
A glass of wine or a rose
Make me feel something of France
When the engines stop
I create another childhood
I know deep in my heart
I have this little something of France

France of Moliere
France of Voltaire
France of the countryside
France of these women
France of songs
France of passions
France forever
France my love