Ma Normandie
Lantier Jacques
My Normandy
When everything is reborn with hope,
And winter flees far from us,
Under the beautiful sky of our France,
When the sun returns, shining bright,
When nature is green again,
When the swallow comes back home,
I love to see my Normandy again,
It's the land that gave me life.
I've seen the lakes of Switzerland,
And its chalets and glaciers;
I've seen the sky of Italy,
And Venice with its gondoliers;
As I greet each homeland,
I tell myself: "No place is better
Than my Normandy,
It's the land that gave me life."
There comes a time in life
When every dream must end,
A time when the soul, reflective,
Needs to remember:
When my muse, now cold,
Has finished her love songs,
I will go back to see my Normandy,
It's the land that gave me life.
