The Happy Girls
Composer(s): Helen Reddy - Kim Fowley
Performer(s): Helen Reddy



Sally met him in the War
Back in nineteen-forty-four
He took her home to the States
His buddies thought that she was great
Subway Sally's fifty-one
Her man is gone, her dreams are done
She rides by night the Brooklyn train
Sleeps by day to hide the pain

Lonely women of the World
Were the happy girls (The happy girls)
Lonely heroes of the World
Seek the happy girls (The happy girls)

Nancy saw him on the street
His shoes were shined, his suit was neat
She couldn't see his broken mind
Behind the mask of bein' kind
He sleeps inside the iron bars
Nancy's smile can't hide the scars
Her daughter's grown, there's no one home
She cries all night, she's all alone

Lonely women of the World
Were the happy girls (The happy girls)
Lonely heroes of the World
Seek the happy girls (The happy girls)

To tell the truth there's no end in sight
Mister Lonely always calls at night
Let's hold on tight until the mornin' light
(Till the mornin' light)

Terry's gonna meet him soon
Today at school, maybe noon
I hope for her it turns out right
I know she's got a date tonight
Had my ups, had my downs
Truth was lost, but truth was found
This I've learned, the World still turns
We all get bruised, we all get burned

Lonely women of the World
Were the happy girls (The happy girls)
Lonely heroes of the World
Seek the happy girls (The happy girls)

Happy girls, happy girls, happy girls
(Happy, aaaahh-aaahh, happy)
(Happy girls, happy...) 

C'est Merveilleux
Composer(s): Henri Contet - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Le jour où tu m'as rencontrée
Etait un jour triste à mourir
Et je traînais dans mes pensées
Un ennui à n'en plus finir
Mais il a suffi que tu viennes
Pour que j'oublie toutes mes peines

C'est merveilleux
Quand on est tous les deux
Le bonheur nous surveille
C'est merveilleux
Quand on est amoureux
Les beaux jours se réveillent
C'est merveilleux
La vie est peinte en bleu
À grands coups de soleil
Puisque je t'aime et que tu m'aimes
C'est merveilleux

Nous passerons toute la vie
A chanter un si grand amour
Pour une chanson si jolie
La vie n'a pas assez de jours
Nous en ferons une harmonie
Qui ne sera jamais finie

C'est merveilleux
Quand on est tous les deux
Le bonheur nous surveille
C'est merveilleux
Quand on est amoureux
Les beaux jours se réveillent
C'est merveilleux
La vie est peinte en bleu
À grands coups de soleil
Puisque je t'aime et que tu m'aimes
C'est merveilleux

Forty Thousand Headmen
Composer(s): Steve Winwood; Jim Capaldi
Performer(s): Steve Winwood; Blood, Sweat & Tears; 
Traffic; Chuck Trois; Joe Walsh



Forty thousand headmen 
couldn't make me change my mind
If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind
I know just where my feet should go and that's enough for me
I turned around and knocked them down
And walked across the sea

Hadn't traveled very far when suddenly I saw
Three small ships a sailin' towards a distant shore
So lighting up a cigarette I followed in pursuit
And found a secret cave where they obviously stashed their loot

Filling up my pockets even stuffed it up my nose
I must have weighed a hundred tons between my head and toes
I ventured forth before the dawn had time to change it's mind
And soaring high above the clouds I found a golden shrine

Laying down my treasure before the iron gate
Quickly rang the bell, hoped I hadn't come too late
But someone came along and told me not to waste my time
And when I asked him who he was he said "Just look behind"

So I turned around and 40,000 headmen bit the dirt
Firing twenty shotguns each and man it really hurt
But luckily for me they had to stop and then reload
And by the time they'd done I was heading down the road

Heading down the road
Forty thousand headmen on my trail

The Happy Club
Composer(s): Bob Geldof - Karl Wallinger
Performer(s): Bob Geldof



Every morning
'Bout the break of day
Every evening
She comes up and she says
Na, Na, Na...

She gets up
Then she goes outside
She don't know what she does
But it feels alright
She says I
I'm a sunny girl
Yeah I'm feeling good
And it's a shiny world
Well here she comes
Na, Na, Na...

She feels good
She feels great today
When I asked she said
"Hey, it's the Happy Club way"
I don't know
I don't know what to do
But I know if I could
Then I would do too
Na, Na, Na...

I feel great
I feel fine today
I joined the Happy Club
And the Happy Club says
I feel good
I feel great today
Now I know what to say
Na, Na, Na...

C'est Magnifique
((Adapted from: C'est Magnifique (Lilo & Peter Cookson) - 1953))
Composer(s): Cole Porter - François Lienas
Performer(s): Luis Mariano



La vie est là
Qui vous prend par le bras
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique!
Des jours tous bleus
Des baisers lumineux
bss bss bss bss
C'est magnifique!
Donner son cœur
Avec un bouquet d'fleurs
Oh la la la
Mais c'est magnifique!
Et faire un jour
Un mariage d'amour
C'est magnifique!

Partir là-bas
Lun' de miel à Cuba
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique!
Sous ce climat
Les baisers sont comm' ça!
Bss bss bss bss
C'est magnifique!
Des nuits d'amour
Qui dur'nt quarant' cinq jours
Oh la la la
Mais c'est magnifique!
Revoir Paris
Retrouver ses amis
C'est magnifique!

Dîner à deux
Dans un nid d'amoureux
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique!
Dans un baiser
Laisser l'poulet brûler
Bss bss bss bss
C'est magnifique!
Avoir deux cœurs
Pour faire un seul bonheur
Oh la la la
Mais c'est magnifique!
S'aimer d'amour
À Paris pour toujours
C'est magnifique!

Four-O-Thirty-Three
Composer(s): George Jones; John Michael Montgomery
Performer(s): George Jones



We're the two new people 
that moved to the middle of the block
An' we're the talk of the town, an' don't you think we're not
For we've got love an' happiness; people envy us, you see
For we found Heaven right here on earth at Four-O-Thirty-Three

Yes, we found what most people are lookin' for
An' there's not a lotta money to spend on a real fine car
But it's a window where a bird flies an' sings so free
An' there's a whole lotta windows in this little house at Four-O-Thirty-Three

The 4,000 lot proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place that was sold to me an' you

Oh, all around the house you can see little children play
An' they're not all other people's kids, we're proud to say
They are the symbol of our love for all the world to see
They're part of Heaven right here on earth at Four-O-Thirty-Three

At all hours of the day, you can see many people drive by
For a look at the house they think fell from the sky
They think that this place would make them happy as you an' me
Now the whole town's tryin' to buy this house at Four-O-Thirty-Three

The 4,000 lot proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place that was sold to me an' you

Oh, all around the house you can see little children play
An' they're not all other people's kids, we're proud to say
They are the symbol of our love for all the world to see
They're part of Heaven right here on earth at Four-O-Thirty-Three

We're not a-gonna sell our happy little house at Four-O-Thirty-Three
Wouldn't take a pretty penny for our lucky little house at Four-O-Thirty-Three...

The Happiest Girl In The Whole U.S.A.
Composer(s): Donna Fargo
First release by: Donna Fargo - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Good morning Morning 
Hello Sunshine
Wake up Sleepyhead
Why'd we move that Beau-jangle clock 
So far away from the bed?
Just one more minute
That's why we moved it
One more hug or two
Do you love waking up next to me
As much as I love waking up next to you?

You make the coffee 
I'll make the bed
I'll fix your lunch and you fix mine
Now tell me the truth, 
Do these old shoes look funny
Honey it's almost time now
You be careful, gotta go
I love you, have a beautiful day
And kiss the happiest girl in the whole U.S.A. 

Skippedee-dooda, thank you Lord
For making him for me
And thank you for letting life
Turn out the way that I always thought it could be!
There once was a time when I could not imagine 
How it would feel to say
I'm the happiest girl in the whole U.S.A.

Shine on me sunshine
Walk with me world 
It's a skippedee-dooda day!
I'm the happiest girl in the whole U.S.A.

C'est Magnifique
((French Version: C'est Magnifique (Luis Mariano))
Composer(s): Cole Porter
First performance by: Lilo & Peter Cookson - 1953
Covered by multiple other artists



When love comes in
And takes you for a spin
Ooh la la la
C'est magnifique
When every night your loved one holds you tight
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique
But when one day your loved one drifts away
Oh la la la
It is so Tragique
But when once more
She whispers je t'adore
C'est magnifique
Ooh la la la
C'est magnifique
Oh la la la
C'est magnifique
But when one day your loved one driffs away
Ooh la la la
It is so tragique
But when once more she whispers je t'adore
C'est magnifique
C'est magnifique

Four Women
Composer(s): Nina Simone; Eunice Waymon
Performer(s): Nina Simone;
and various other artists



My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is wooly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
It's been inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is aunt sarah
My name is aunt sarah

My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is Siffronia
My name is Siffronia

My skin is tan
My hair's alright, it's fine
My hips invite you
And my lips are like wine
Whose little girl am i?
Well yours if you have some money to buy
What do they call me
My name is Sweet Thing
My name is Sweet Thing

My skin is brown
And my manner is tough
I'll kill the first mother I see
Cos my life has been too rough
I'm awfully bitter these days
Because my parents were slaves
What do they call me
My
Name
Is
Peaches

The Happiest Day Of My Life
Composer(s): Burton Lane - Alan Jay Lerner
Performer(s): Jane Powell



I wake up with the sun each morning
Happy the night's gone by
I wake up and pray each morning
Pray that the day will fly
And then I sit back and smile
And dream of that day when

I'll be standing by your side, my love
The happiest day of my life
How my heart will swell with pride, my love
The happiest day in a lifetime

Then as the last words are spoken
The bells in the steeple will chime
And I will love you so and you will see
It will be for a lifetime

C'est Magique
Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Si leurs "Jaguars" sont au musée
Leurs "Cadillac" sont de l'année
Leurs dessous en soie brodée
Leurs bijoux de chez "Cartier"
Si leurs lentilles sont "bleu-fumé"
Leurs bronzages "hyper-filtrés"
Leurs poitrines sont remontées
Leurs liftings très bien tirés
Ces nouvelles "stars"
Jeunes sur le tard
Sortent de chez moi dépoussiérées
J'leur fais des corps de bébé
C'est magique...
C'est magique...
Un chirurgien
Adroit d'ses mains
Fait des miracles sur les années
J'efface l'emprise du passé
C'est magique...
C'est magique...
Quand viendra votre heure
Devant l'créateur
Sidéré, soufflé
Il dira : J'ai dû m'tromper
J'suis peut-être bon docteur
Mais j'soigne pas les cœurs
Là, j'ai rien trouvé
Je n'sais pas les réparer
Hollywood crève avec ses rêves
Halte aux blondes platinées
Tous dans l'mêm'moule, le mêm'nez
Mêm'sourire, dents étoilées
Au régime sec, à l'eau sans sel
A la vapeur, pas d'sucré
Faut souffrir pour être belle
L'addition est bien salée
Ces nouvelles "stars"
Jeunes sur le tard
Font ma fortune sans m'fatiguer
Frankenstein est dépassé
C'est magique...
C'est magique...
Un chirurgien
Adroit d'ses mains
Fait d'la "money" mieux qu'un banquier
La chirurgie esthétique
C'est magique...
C'est magique...
J'fais maigrir les grosses
D'une vraie j'fais une fausse
J'fais tout avaler
L'important c'est qu'j'sois payé
J'suis peut-être bon docteur
Mais j'soigne pas les cœurs
Là, j'ai rien trouvé
Je n'sais pas les réparer
Ces nouvelles "stars"
Jeunes sur le tard
Sortent de chez moi dépoussiérées
J'leur fais des corps de bébé
C'est magique...
C'est magique...
Un chirurgien
Adroit d'ses mains
Fait d'la "money" mieux qu'un banquier
La chirurgie esthétique
C'est magique...
C'est magique...

Four Wheel Cowboy
Composer(s): C.W. McCall; 
Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall



(Chorus)
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Jeepin' down to Santa Fe 

Well, Denver town an' I'm outta the chute
Foot in the gas an' a hole in my boot
And I'm outbound, yeah
Gonna see my momma in Santa Fe
I'm over the Hump and I'm on my way
I'm southbound 

(Chorus)
Three hundred miles to Santa Fe
Got a momma to see or the Devil to pay
Gonna be there by the break of day
And I'm southbound
Three hundred miles to Santa Fe
Got a momma to see or the Devil to pay
Gonna be there by the break of day
And I'm southbound 

Now this ol' Jeep needs a coat a' paint
But she makes up for what I ain't
She got feelin'
I only know one thing fer sure
This pony a' mine don't need no spurs
She's squealin' 

(Chorus)
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Jeepin' down to Santa Fe 

Well, Texaco's open in Trinidad
I didn't stop for gas but I wished I had
'Cause I could use some
They's a bunch a' wild women in Walsenburg
They all make love like a buffalo herd
I wish I knew one 

(Chorus)
Two hundred miles to Santa Fe
Gonna be there by the break of day
Got a momma to see or the Devil to pay
And I'm southbound
Two hundred miles to Santa Fe
Gonna be there by the break of day
Got a momma to see or the Devil to pay
And I'm southbound 

Rattlin' down off a' Raton Pass
Glorieta Hill like a sheet a' glass
And I'm slippin'
Pedalin' down past Pecos town
My go foot up and my stop foot down
I'm slidin' 

(Chorus)
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Jeepin' down to Santa Fe 

Now Momma's just like this here ol' Jeep
She's tough and fast and she runs real cheap
And she's drivin'
Well, sun comin' up in New Mexico sky
Got a burr in my saddle and a fire in my eye
An' I'm flyin' 

(Chorus)
Fifteen miles to Santa Fe
Gonna be there by the break of day
Got a momma to see or the Devil to pay
And I'm southbound
Fifteen miles to Santa Fe
Gonna be there by the break of day
Got a momma to see or the Devil to pay
And I'm southbound 

C'mon now, Paint
We almost there
Only one more mile, honey
We comin' Momma
Here we come
Can'tcha see us comin' Momma?
We comin'!
Only one more mile, Momma!
We stuck into four wheel drive, baby!
Here we come!
Whoo!

The Happening 
Composer(s): Brian Holland - Edward Jr. Holland - Lamont Dozier - Frank DeVol
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes



Hey life, look at me 
I can see the reality 
'Cause when you shook me, took me, out of my world 
I woke up 
Suddenly I just woke up to the happening 

When you find that you left the future behind 
'Cause when you find a tender love 
You don't need to take care of 
Then you better beware of the happening 

One day you're up 
When you turn around 
You find your world is tumbling down 
It happened to me and it can happen to you 

I was sure, I felt secure 
Until love took a detour, yeah! 
Riding high on the top of the world it happened 
Suddenly it just happened 
I saw my dreams torn apart 
When love walked away from my heart 
And when you lose a precious love you need to guide you 
Something happens inside you, the happening 

Now I see life for what it is 
It's not a dream 
It's not a bliss 
It happened to me and it can happen to you 
Ooh, and then it happened
Ooh, and then it happened
Ooh, and then it happened

Is it real? 
Is it fake? 
Is this game of life a mistake? 
'Cause when I lost the love I thought was mine for certain 
Suddenly it starts hurting 
I saw the light too late 
When that fickle finger of fate Yeah! 
It came and broke my pretty balloon 
I woke up 
Suddenly I just woke up 

So sure, I felt secure 
Until love took a detour 
'Cause when you got a tender love 
You don't take care of 
Then you better beware of 
The happening 

C'est Ma Vie
((Dutch Versions: Het Laatste Rondje (André Hazes) - 1981; Zeg Me Wie (Willy Sommers) - 2000))
Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo
First release by: Salvatore Adamo - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



Notre histoire a commencé 
Par quelques mots d'amour 
C'est fou ce qu'on s'aimait 
Et c'est vrai, tu m'as donné 
Les plus beaux de mes jours 
Et je te les rendais 

Je t'ai confié sans pudeur 
Les secrets de mon coeur 
De chanson en chanson 
Et mes rêves et mes je t'aime 
Le meilleur de moi-même 
Jusqu'au moindre frisson 

C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie 
Je n'y peux rien 
C'est elle qui m'a choisi 
C'est ma vie 
C'est pas l'enfer, mais c'est pas l'paradis 

Ma candeur et mes vingt ans 
Avaient su t'émouvoir 
Je te couvrais de fleurs 
Mais quant à mon firmament 
J'ai vu des nuages noirs 
J'ai senti ta froideur 

Mes rires et mes larmes 
La pluie et le soleil 
C'est toi qui les régis 
Je suis sous ton charme 
Souvent tu m'émerveilles 
Mais parfois tu m'oublies 

C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie 
Je n'y peux rien 
C'est elle qui m'a choisi 
C'est ma vie 
C'est pas l'enfer, mais c'est pas l'paradis 

J'ai choisi des chaînes 
Mes amours, mes amis 
Savent que tu me tiens 
Et devant toi, sur scène 
Je trouve ma patrie
Dans tes bras, je suis bien 

Je dois être triste 
Quand parfois j'ai l'coeur gros 
Je te l'ai sacrifié 
Mais, devant toi, j'existe 
Je gagne le gros lot 
Je me sens sublimé 

C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie 
Je n'y peux rien 
C'est elle qui m'a choisi 
C'est ma vie 
C'est pas l'enfer, mais c'est pas l'paradis 

C'est ma vie, c'est ma vie 
Je n'y peux rien 
C'est elle qui m'a choisi

Four Walls
Composer(s): Marvin Moore; George Campbell
Performer(s): Jim Reeves;
and various other artists



Out where the bright lights are glowing
You're drawn like a moth to a flame
You laugh while the wine's overflowing
While I sit and whisper your name

Chorus:
Four walls to hear me
Four walls to see
Four walls too near me
Closing in on me

Sometimes I ask why I'm waiting
But my walls have nothing to say
I'm made for love not for hating
So here where you left me I'll stay

One night with you is like heaven
And so while I'm walking the floor
I listen for steps in the hallway
And wait for your knock on my door

Repeat Chorus

Closing in on me

The Hanging Tree
Composer(s): Mack David - Jerry Livingston
Performer(s): Frankie Laine; Marty Robbins; The Ghost Rider Orch.



I came to town to search for gold
And I brought with me a memory
And I seem to hear the night wind cry
Go hang your dreams on the hanging tree
Your dreams of love that could never be
Hang your fated dreams on the hanging tree

I searched for gold, and I found my gold
And I found a girl who loved just me
And I wish that I could love her too
But I'd left my heart on the hanging tree
I'd left my heart with the memory
And a fated dream on the hanging tree

Now there were men who craved my gold
And they meant to take my gold from me
When a man is gone, he needs no gold
So they carried me to the hanging tree
To join my dreams and the memory
Yes they carried me to the hanging tree

To really live, you must almost die
And it happened just that way with me
They took the gold and they set me free
And I walked away from the hanging tree
I walked away from the hanging tree
And my own true love, oh yes she walked with me

That's when I knew that the hanging tree
Was a tree of life, new life for me
A tree of hope to hope for me
A tree of love to love for me
The hanging tree
The hanging tree
The hanging tree

C'est Ma Tournée
Composer(s): R. Dassin - Claude Lemesle - D. Vangarde
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



Allez viens, c'est ma tournée
Attention Paris, prends garde à toi
On va boire à ta santé
Tes caves ne s'en releveront pas

Allez viens, c'est ma tournée
Attention mesdames, nous voilà
On va boire à la santé
De celles qu'on n'aime qu'une fois

Les néons qui clignotent sur des filles sans joie
Les portiers qui racolent sous la flotte
Une Bardot de Lisbonne, qui s'effeuille d'un air las
Le vieux Paris n'est pas si gai que ça

Viens on change de taule
Je connais un endroit
Où les clients sont plus drôles
Viens on se fait la valise
Et bonsoir Clara

Allez viens, c'est ma tournée
Attention Paris, prends garde à toi
On va boire à ta santé
Tes caves ne s'en releveront pas

Allez viens, c'est ma tournée
Attention mesdames, nous voilà
On va boire à la santé
De celles qu'on n'aime qu'une fois

Le garçon nous regarde, mais dis moi qu'est-ce qu'il a
À poser toutes les chaises sur les tables?
C'est quand même incroyable, a l'heure qu'il est plus un chat
On prend le tout dernier et on s'en va

Laisse tomber ta voisine
Tu l'ennuie, tu vois bien
Moi j'laisse tomber sa copine
Viens, j'ai sommeil, on se rentre
Oui mais demain

Mais demain c'est ma tournée
Attention Paris, prends garde à toi
On va boire à ta santé
Tes caves ne s'en releveront pas

Allez viens, c'est ma tournée
Attention mesdames, nous voilà
On va boire à la santé
De celles qu'on n'aime qu'une fois

Four Strong Winds
Composer(s): Ian Tyson
Performer(s): Ian & Sylvia;
and various other artists



Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change
Come what may
But our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

Think I'll go down to Alberta
Where there's good times in the fall
I've got some friends that I can stay with workin' for
But I wish you'd change your mind
If I ask you one more time
But we've been through that a hundred times or more

If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are lookin' good
I could meet you if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
There ain't too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change
Come what may
But our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

Cette Année-Là ((aka Ces Soirées-Là (Yannick) - 2000))
((Adapted from: December 1963 (Oh What A Night) (The Four Seasons) - 1975))
Composer(s): Robert Gaudio - Judy Parker - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Claude François - 1976



Cette année là, je chantais pour la première fois
Le public ne me connaissait pas, oh quelle année cette année-là
Cette année-là, le rock and roll venait d'ouvrir ses ailes
Et dans mon coin je chantais belle, belle, belle
Et le public aimait ça

Déjà (haaa) les Beatles étaient quatre garçons dans le vent
Et moi, ma chanson disait marche tout droit

Cette année-là quelle joie d'être l'idole des jeunes
Pour des fans qui cassaient les fauteuils
Plus j'y pense et moins j'oublie
Ouh!

J'ai découvert mon premier mon dernier amour
Le seul le grand l'unique et pour toujours le public
Cette année-là, dans le ciel passait une musique
Un oiseau qu'on appelait Spoutnik oh quelle année cette année-là

C'est là (haaa) qu'on a dit adieu à Marilyn au cœur d'or
Tandis que West Side battait tous les records
Cette année-là les guitares tiraient sur les violons
On croyait qu'une révolution arrivait cette année-là
Hou!

Hoooo! C'était hier mais aujourd'hui rien a changé
C'est le même métier qui ce soir recommence encore
C'était l'année 62 C'était l'année 62
C'était l'année 62 C'était l'année (ouh) 62

C'est Ma Chanson
((Adapted from: This Is My Song (Eric James Orch.) - 1967))
Composer(s): Charlie Chaplin - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Lucky Blondo - 1967
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Cara Felicità (Petula Clark)
1967 - Min Sang Til Dig (Gitte Hænning)
1968 - Moja Pjesma (Tereza Kesovija)



L'hiver, le vent, la pluie
Chantent leur mélodie
La brume ou le soleil
A mes yeux, c'est pareil
Ne cherchez pas pourquoi
Tout est si beau pour moi
Pourquoi ce gris pays
Prend des airs d'Italie
Et moi, je m'imagine
Heureuse dans la nuit
Que mille mandolines
Jouent pour ma rêverie

Tout, toute la terre
A composé cette chanson pour toi
L'oiseau et la rivière
L'avait chantée bien avant moi
Ce sont des mots de tous les jours
Pourtant ce sont des mots d'amour
L'amour, c'est ma chanson
Quatre saisons la chanteront pour toi