Le Temps des fleurs [English translation]

In a tavern in old London

where foreigners used to meet

our voices riddled with joy came up from the dark

and we heard our hearts singing.

It was flower time, we knew no fear,

the afternoons tasted lie honey,

your arm took my arm,

your voice followed my voice.

we were you and we believed in heaven.

La la la...

And then the days of mist came

with strange noises and tears,

how many moonless nights I spent

looking for the tavern in my heart.

It was flower time, we knew no fear,

the afternoons tasted lie honey,

your arm took my arm,

your voice followed my voice.

we were you and we believed in heaven.

La la la...

I imagined myself chasing the mist away,

I thought I could restore the time,

and I made up moonlit nights

where we both were singing as before

La la la...

It was flower time, we knew no fear,

the afternoons tasted lie honey,

your arm took my arm,

your voice followed my voice.

we were you and we believed in heaven.

La la la...

And tonight I am at the door

of the tavern whre you won't come any more

and the night's song carries me away

already my heart no longer recognises it

It was flower time, we knew no fear,

the afternoons tasted lie honey,

your arm took my arm,

your voice followed my voice.

we were you and we believed in heaven.

La la la...

• Artist:Mary Hopkin