Mon beau sapin,
Roi des forêts,
Que j'aime ta verdure.
Quand vient l'hiver
Bois et guérets
Sont dépouillés
De leurs attraits.
Mon beau sapin,
Roi des forêts,
Que j'aime ta parure.
My beautiful tree,
King of the forests,
How I love your greenness.
When winter come
Woods and tillages
Are stripped
Of their attractions.
My beautiful tree,
King of the forests,
How I love your finery.
Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
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