C'est Dans La Nature Des Choses (Chanson Du Bonhomme Tom)

The sea always has in its pockets
Beautiful gifts for children
Wood, shells, rocks
With its old friend the wind
The wind, the wind
Which turns sand into a rose
It's in the nature of things

Cats are always hunting
Either mice or birds
A dog always looks for the spot
Where the other buried its bones
Its bones, its bones
From which flowers somewhat compose
It's in the nature of things

In the heart of the smallest old man
Runs an old, little boy
Who just abandoned his apple
To give the apple tree its name
Its name, its name
It's Wonder and Metamorphosis
It's in the nature of things

It's in the nature of things
It's in the nature of things