A very pretty french children's song that is used in the film "The Painted Veil" Sad Video though.
À la claire fontaine, M'en allant promener, J'ai
trouvé l'eau si belle, Que je m'y suis baigné. Refrain: il y a
longtemps que je t'aime. Jamais je ne t'oublierai. Sous les ffeuilles
d'un chêne, Je me suis fait sécher, Sur la plus haute branche, Un
rossignol chantait. Refrain Chante rossignol, chante, Toi qui as le cœur
gai, Tu as le cœur à rire, Moi je l'ai à pleurer. Refrain J'ai perdu
mon amie, sans l'avoir mérité, Pour un bouquet de roses, Que je lui
refusai. Refrain Je voudrais que la rose, Fût encore au rosier, Et que
ma douce amie, Fût encore a m'aimer.
trouvé l'eau si belle, Que je m'y suis baigné. Refrain: il y a
longtemps que je t'aime. Jamais je ne t'oublierai. Sous les ffeuilles
d'un chêne, Je me suis fait sécher, Sur la plus haute branche, Un
rossignol chantait. Refrain Chante rossignol, chante, Toi qui as le cœur
gai, Tu as le cœur à rire, Moi je l'ai à pleurer. Refrain J'ai perdu
mon amie, sans l'avoir mérité, Pour un bouquet de roses, Que je lui
refusai. Refrain Je voudrais que la rose, Fût encore au rosier, Et que
ma douce amie, Fût encore a m'aimer.
Refrain
English translation:
Athe clear fountain, While I
was strolling by, I found the water so nice, That I went in to bathe.
Chorus: So long I've been loving you. I will never forget you. Under an
oak tree, I dried myself, On the highest branch, A nightingale was
singing. Chorus Sing nightingale sing, Your heart is so happy, Your
heart feels like laughing, Mine feels like weeping. Chorus I lost my
beloved, Without deserving it, For a bunch of roses, That I denied her.
Chorus I wanted the rose, To be still on the bush, And my sweet beloved,
To be still loving me. Chorus
was strolling by, I found the water so nice, That I went in to bathe.
Chorus: So long I've been loving you. I will never forget you. Under an
oak tree, I dried myself, On the highest branch, A nightingale was
singing. Chorus Sing nightingale sing, Your heart is so happy, Your
heart feels like laughing, Mine feels like weeping. Chorus I lost my
beloved, Without deserving it, For a bunch of roses, That I denied her.
Chorus I wanted the rose, To be still on the bush, And my sweet beloved,
To be still loving me. Chorus
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