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Green country

Where I was born

Sweet companion

Of my younger years

The town cries

Rain and tears

Dancing and dying

On my bored heart

And I dream of you, oh my friend

Green country

You are far away!

Sweet companion

Of my first grief

The time disappears,

For me nothing has changed,

Two arms embrace me

Among the grain fields,

And I dream of you, oh my friend.

In the town, all these outstretched hands

Offer me unfamiliar flowers and fruits,

And me I am going along the streets, lost

A guitar tune talks to me about you

My green country

Where I was born,

Sweet companion

Of my younger years...

The town sings,

Scattering its joy

But I do not hear;

And I dream of you, oh my friend

• Artist:Les Compagnons de la chanson