There was a field in my old town
Where we always played hand in hand
The wind was gently touching the grass
We were so young so fearless
Then I dreamt over and over Of you holding me tight under the stars
I made a promise to my dear Lord
I will love you forever
Time has passed
So much has changed
But the field remains in my heart
Oh, where are you?
I need to tell you I still love you
So I reach out for you
You fly around me like a butterfly
Your voice still echoes in my heart
You are my true love
There was a field in my old town
Where in Spring all flowers blossomed wide
We were chasing butterflies
Hand in hand till close of day
Your voice still echoes in my heart
Soprano Kathleen Battle
Merci pour l'ajout du texte.
Une très beau chant pour une musique numineuse
"Your voice still echoes in my heart "
Belle et douce nuit à toi, Acyan
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Esprits Rebelles
La poésie est un chant et une parole. C'est une parole qui parle à la parole de l'homme et qui permet, si elle est entendue, la part miraculeuse de l'existence - Gabriel Mwènè Okoundji -
Where we always played hand in hand
The wind was gently touching the grass
We were so young so fearless
Then I dreamt over and over
Of you holding me tight under the stars
I made a promise to my dear Lord
I will love you forever
Time has passed
So much has changed
But the field remains in my heart
Oh, where are you?
I need to tell you I still love you
So I reach out for you
You fly around me like a butterfly
Your voice still echoes in my heart
You are my true love
There was a field in my old town
Where in Spring all flowers blossomed wide
We were chasing butterflies
Hand in hand till close of day
Your voice still echoes in my heart
Soprano Kathleen Battle