La Chanson Des Blés D'or
Lantier Jacques
The Song of the Golden Wheat
Darling, when the moon shines bright
On the fields with their sweet sounds,
When the star of mystery
Returns to smile at lovers,
Have you ever on the hill,
Amid the gentle breezes,
Heard the divine song
That the swaying wheat sings?
Darling, when the evening falls on the land,
And the nightingale comes to sing again,
When the wind blows through the green heather,
We'll go listen to the song of the golden wheat!
We'll go listen to the song of the golden wheat!
Have you ever beneath the branches,
At the hour when the ears sing,
Listened to their joyful murmur
By the sleepy valleys?
Do you know that deep voice,
That returns at the end of the day,
Singing among the golden harvest
Of heart-pounding love refrains?
Darling, when the evening falls on the land,
And the nightingale comes to sing again,
When the wind blows through the green heather,
We'll go listen to the song of the golden wheat!
We'll go listen to the song of the golden wheat!
Darling, let’s go to the closed night
To dream of the songs of spring
While the scents of roses
Will fill the air of our youth!
Let’s love beneath the splendid branches,
For nature will always have
The sun to golden the sheaves
And roses for our loves!
