Gens Du Pays
Gilles Vigneault
People of the Country
The time we take to say 'I love you'
Is the only one that remains at the end of our days.
The vows we make, the flowers we sow
Each one reaps them within themselves
In the beautiful gardens of passing time.
People of the country, it's your turn
To let yourselves speak of love.
People of the country, it's your turn
To let yourselves speak of love.
The time to love each other, the day to say it
Melts like snow in the fingers of spring.
Let's celebrate our joys, let's celebrate our laughter
Those eyes where our gazes meet.
It's tomorrow that I was twenty years old.
The stream of days stops today
And forms a pond where everyone can see
Like in a mirror the love it reflects
For those hearts to whom I wish
The time to live their hopes.
