Le Vieux Sapin

How many times at the decline of life
When I think of the beautiful days of the past
I return, my soul all delighted
To the charming nest that rocked me so much

I see again the paternal house
The garden, the old well, the curb
I see again on the edge of the road
The giant tree, the dear old fir tree

My soul then shines
And everything in me sings
I hear the old fir tree
Repeating its refrain

In the light breeze
It mixes a proud voice
And its joyful hymn
Is the echo of ancestors

Old fir tree, in my old memory
You live again like an enchanted tree
I see you full of pride and glory
Near the old shelter still inhabited

Many evenings, under the green arbor
Near you, gathered as a family
We used to rest a bit
And frolic under the old fir tree

My soul then shines
And everything in me sings
I hear the old fir tree
Repeating its refrain

In the light breeze
It mixes a proud voice
And its joyful hymn
Is the echo of ancestors

It's the echo