La belle est au jardin d'amour,
La belle est au jardin d'amour.
Il y a un mois ou sinq semaines.
Laridondon, laridondaine.
Son p¨¨re la cherche partout,
Son p¨¨re la cherche partout.
Son amoureux qui est en peine.
Laridondon, laridondaine.
"Berger, berger, n'as tu point vu,
Berger, berger, n'as tu point vu,
Passer ici celle que j'aime?"
Laridondon, laridondaine.
"Elle est l¨¤-bas dans ce vallon,
Elle est l¨¤-bas dans ce vallon,
À un oiseau conte ses peines."
Laridondon, laridondaine.
La bel oiseau s'est envol¨¦,
La bel oiseau s'est envol¨¦,
Et le changrin bien loin emm¨¨ne.
Laridondon, laridondaine.
Beauty is in the garden of love
Beauty is in the garden of love,
Beauty is in the garden of love.
There she has lain for a month or five weeks.
Laridondon, laridondaine.
Her father seeks her everywhere,
Her father seeks her everywhere.
Her lover is broken-hearted.
Laridondon, laridondaine.
"Shepherd, o shepherd, have you not seen,
Shepherd, o shepherd, have you not seen,
My beloved pass by here?
Laridondon, laridondaine.
"She is down in yonder valley,
She is down in yonder valley,
recounting her woes to a bird."
Laridondon, laridondaine.
The beautiful bird has flown,
The beautiful bird has flown,
And sorrow carries him far away.
Laridondon, laridondaine.Who are these children coming down, coming down.
Like gentle rain though darken skies.
With glory trailing from their feet as they go.
And endless promise in their eyes!
Who are these youn ones growing tall, growing tall.
Like silver trees against the storm.
Who will not bend with the wind or the change,
But stand to fight the world alone!
These are the few, the warriors
Saved for Saturday, to come
The last day of the world
These are they, on Saturday.
These are the strong, the warriors
Rising in the might to win
The battle raging in
The hearts of men, on Saturday.
Strangers from a realn of light
Who have forgotten all.
The memory of their former life.
The purpose of their call.
And so they must learn why they're here
And who they really are.
They must learn why they're here
And who they are!
These are the few, the warriors
Saved for Saturday, to come
The last day of the world
These are they, on Saturday.