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La voix du bon dieu/Good God's Voice

(Eddy Marnay)

Words to comfort words for friendship

They're even more beautiful when we can sing them

It's a magic filter

That talent for the music

Is like a big gift

That sky made to us

We all have a little good god's voice

When we make people happy

We have our heart far from sorrow

When we sing well

That melody taken in the life

With a smile or two

As soon as it touches us

We better hear good god's voice

I would never have believed

That so many lost people

Are looking for known and unknown friends

Me with all the strength that future gives me

I want to give them another song

We all have a little good god's voice

When we make people happy

We have our heart far from sorrow

When we sing

We all have a little good god's voice

When we make people happy

We have our heart far from sorrow

When we sing well

That melody taken in the life

With a smile or two

As soon as it touches us

We better hear good god's voice

Au secours/Help

(Eddy Marnay)

In the papers

All the countries of the world

Seem in war

On the radio

We hear about it hour after hour

Saying that there's nothing to do

Me in this life

Where I have to make my spot under the sun

The night I have troubles

Alone falling finally asleep

And I'm often very afraid

Help I need lots of love

To understand what's happening around me

Help

Tell me that at least someday

People will make peace with each other and for ever

No more distance

Between countries of the world

No more borders, no more distrust

No more pain

One single goal in the heart

Between friends, between brothers

Help I need lots of love

To understand what's happening around me

Help

Tell me that at least someday

People will make peace with each other and for ever

(bis)

L'amour viendra/Love Will Come

(Eddy Marnay)

Love will come

And who'll live will see

Tomorrow it far from my desires

My life is today

I have so many things to see

And so many things to do

The world's opening in front of me

I don't know yet where begins the earth

I don't know what I believe

I'm living in the circles of my pictures

I'm making flowers out of all the clouds

I discover with a new look

All the dreams of Marco Polo

Dreaming, singing, dreaming

Running after the summer

There it is there it is my only story

Love will come later

There it is there it is my only story

Love will come later

I have so many things to see

And so many things to do

My life is just beginning

I have musics in the depths of all my prayers

I have mountains to hope for

I am like a painter with new colors

I'm painting the world with a rainbow

And I want to steer all my boats

To the Monte Cristo island

Dreaming, singing, dreaming

Running after the summer

There it is there it is my only story

Love will come later

Autour de moi/Around Me

(Eddy Marnay)

I'm living in a very small village

Near a huge and marvelous river

An old house that doesn't have any age

Around me only happy people

From the morning at my wake up

My heart is full, full of songs

I'm turning around like a bee

I'm laughing and crying with no reason

Me I need soil and sun

A bit of rain like the flowers

All the seasons are alike for me

My live slowly goes by

From the morning at my wake up

My heart is full full of songs

I'm turning around like a bee

I'm laughing and crying with no reason

I'm living in a whirlwind of dreams

They look at me without understanding a thing

Me I'm going everyday in the merry-go-rounds

I come and go and do it again

From the morning at my wake up

My heart is full, full of songs

I'm turning around like a bee

I'm laughing and crying with no reason

Grand maman/Grandmother

(Eddy Marnay)

This day of clouds and rain

When for the heaven you left

Looking for a better world

I had my heart full of tears

While shaking over your closed grave

I put on a few roses

A child must suffer someday

I understood that it was my turn

Grand mother that I loved so much

You who was enjoying listening to me sing since already too long you're not here anymore

To listen to me

And simply tell your name I sing this song for you

When you were visiting us

Always at the end of summer

For my pleasure you were telling

Your funny stories of the old days

In return I was singing to you

Some sweet songs you loved

You were a great Lady

Your smile was coming from your soul

Grand mother that I loved so much

You who was enjoying listening to me sing since already too long you're not here anymore

To listen to me

And simply tell your name I sing this song for you

Ce n'était qu'un rêve/It was only a Dream

(Thérèse Dion / Jacques Dion, Céline Dion)

In a large enchanted garden

Suddenly I found myself

A harp and violins were playing

Angels in the sky were smiling to me

The wind was making sing the summer

I was walking with a so light tread

On a roses' petals carpet

A dove on my shoulder

A swallow in each hand

Pastel colors butterflies

It was only a dream

But so beautiful that it was true

Like a day which is rising

It was only a dream

A smile on my lips

A smile that I have kept

After my dream is over

The sun and it's golden rays

Flowers were dancing at the same rhythm

White horses with wings

Were wanting to touch the sky

I was truly in fairyland

It was only a dream

But so beautiful that it was true

Like a day which is rising

It was only a dream

A smile on my lips

A smile that I have kept

After my dream is over

It was only a dream

Seul un oiseau blanc/Only a white Bird

(Eddy Marnay)

Only a white bird

Knows the heart of the ocean

Yes only a white bird

Knows the wind

It went to all those here and all those there

Think of what it saw from up there in a few hours

I am like the sea like a country from elsewhere

Only a white bird

Knows my heart

Only a white bird

Speak to me about my soul

Only a white bird

Knows me truly

I can tell him all

The craziest of my thoughts

That would make smile people at home

He's my friend

I'm not afraid of speaking to him

He'll keep the name of my secret for himself

I am like the sea like a country from elsewhere

Only a white bird

Knows my heart

Only a white bird

Speak to me about my soul

Only a white bird

Knows me truly

(bis)

Tire l'aiguille/Pull the Needle

(Eddy Marnay)

La.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la Pull pull the needle my daughter, , ,

Pull pull the needle my daughter, , ,

Pull pull pull the needle my daughter

Tomorrow tomorrow you get married my friend

Pull pull pull the needle my doughter

You dress has to be finished

Under your fingers flowers are created

Spangles letters, diamonds ones

Orange diadem worn by mother

Is in the hands of your mother

La.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la Pull pull the needle my daughter, , ,

Pull pull the needle my daughter, , ,

Your room is covered with little silk pieces

The cat on the carpet have very much fun

Near the fire which dances, the armchair is rocking

And rocks your asleep father

Your mother without saying a word

Finishes to fold your trousseau

Your father will know tomorrow, after the dance

That a mariage costs lots of efforts

La.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la Pull pull the needle my daughter, , ,

Pull pull the needle my daughter, , ,

The light of the lamp smokes and wobles

Your eyes get covered with a lacy curtain

Don't let them bore you my friend

Tomorrow you must be pretty

And when the organ will sing

When finally you'll take his arm

Hope millions of star along with the hours

Sowing you path of joy

La.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la.i.la Pull pull the needle my daughter, , ,

Pull pull the needle my daughter, , ,

(bis)

Les roses blanches/The White Roses

(Eddy Marnay)

It was a kid a boy from Paris

His sole family was his mother

A poor girl with big faded eyes

By sorrow and misery

She loved flowers, especially roses

And the belowed child, on Sundays

Was bringing her some white roses

Instead of buying toys for himself

Caressing her tenderly

He was saying while giving them to her

"Today it's Sunday

Here my beautiful mom

Here are some white roses

You who love them so much

Go when I'll grow old

I will buy from the store

All of his white roses

For you beautiful mommy"

On last spring brutal destiny

Came hitting the blonde worker

She became ill and for the hospital

The boy saw his mother leave

A morning of April among the walkers

Not having anymore a single penny in his pocket

On the market the poor boy

Furtively stole some flowers

The florist (woman) having caught him, lowering his eyes he told her

"Today it's Sunday

And I was going to visit mommy

I took those white roses

She love them so much

On her little white bed

In there she's waiting for me

I took those white roses

For my beautiful mommy"

The touched merchant told him softly "Have them I give them to you"

She kissed him and he left

All shinning that he was forgiven

Then to the hospital he came running

To offer the flowers to his mother

But seeing him a nurse

Told him: "You no longer have a mommy"

And the boy kneeling down told in front of the little white bed

"Today it's Sunday

Here my beautiful mom

Here are some white roses

You who loved them so much

And when you'll leave

To the great garden up there

Those beautiful white roses

You'll bring them along"

Last updated June 1999.