La moisson [English translation]

Come harvest my heart,

My heart, my heart,

You reap happiness,

Happiness, happiness.

And in the wheat fields

Under the summer sunlight,

Come take me by the hand,

Teach me that smell of freshly cut hay,

Teach me til morning comes.

Because I'd give it all to you if you wish,

Everything I can give:

My apron, my golden belt,

All you have to do is asking.

Miller, miller, you're sleeping,1

But my love is way too strong during this summer night,

He put on my finger

A wooden ring, a olive wood ring

He said he'd only love me,

And that even if winter comes,

That wheats die from the cold,

I'd know how to hold him back

With the harvest of my heart,

Of my heart, of my heart,

I'll give him happiness,

Happiness, happiness

1. This verse is a nod to the childish song "Meunier, tu dors"

• Artist:Marie Laforêt