Trees They Grow So High Lyrics - 1970

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Voice le printemps qui passe;
"bonjour, tisserand, bonjour!
Ami, c
J'en ai besoin pour un jour.
C'est moi qui fais la toilette
Des bois, des pr
Donne vite ta navette;
Tu sais qu'on m'attend ailleurs."

Voice le printemps qui passe;
"bonjour, mon peintre, bonjour!
Ta main s'obstine et se lasse,
à faire un semblant du jour.
Donne vite ta palette
Ta palette et ton pinceau.
Tu vas voir le ciel en fate
Rajeunir dans mon tableau."


Voice le printemps qui passe;
"bonjour, fillettes, bonjour!
Donnez vos fuseaux, de grâce,
Que je travaille
J'ai promis sous less charmilles
Ma laine aux nids d'alentour.
Je vous dirai, jeunes filles,
O




Here is the spring passing by

Here is the spring passing by;
"good day, weaver, good day!
My friend, lend me your chair,
I need it for a day.
I am he who cleanses
The woods, the meadows and the flowers.
Quickly, lend me your shuttle;
I am awaited elsewhere, you know."


Here is the spring passing by;
"good day, painter, good day!
Your labouring hand grows weary
As it makes a likeness of the day.
Quickly, lend me your palette,
Your palette and your brush.
You will see the festive sky
Revitalised in my picture.


Here is the spring passing by;
"good day, maidens, good day!
Lend me your spindles, i implore you,
That i in my turn may work.
Under the arbours i promised
My wool to the nests round about.
I will tell you, o maidens,
The place where love also nestles."