The spring in my old hometown
Flowers bloom deep in the mountains around my old hometown
Peach blossoms, apricots, baby azaleas
A vibrant palace of flowers, in every colour How I miss the times when I played in there
A village of flower mounds, New Village, my old hometown The wind blows in the green pasture from the south Making the willow trees dance by the creek
How I miss the times when I lived in there
Country of mountains and rivers embroidered with silk From our hearts and our voices this call to joy
Of this country of refreshing mornings
In my dreams I paint its portrait.
French poem by Marc Bissonnette & Robert Filion
Pays aux montagnes et rivières brodées de soie De nos coeurs et nos voix cet appel à la joie Pour ce pays du matin frais Dans mes rêves j’en peins le portrait.
Country of mountains and rivers embroidered with silk From our hearts and our voices this call to joy Of this country of refreshing morn- ings In my dreams I paint its portrait.
