She is watching by the poplars,. Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,. She is watching and longing, and waiting. Where the long white roadway lies,. And a song stirs in the silence,.
Roses are shining in picardy. In the hush of the silvery dew. Roses are flowering in picardy. But there's never a rose like you!. . And the roses will die with the summertime.