Graveyard

If my sailor you send away,

You put me in my grave that day,

White rose, white rose and rose of red.

My grave, to me it’s like a garden,

Like a garden, red and white,

Sunday you will go, rose white,

You will make a promenade,

White rose and lily of the valley,

Aunt Yvonne come La Toussaint

An iron wreath completely painted

Will bring to me from out her garden,

Painted iron with beads of satin,

White rose and lily of the valley.

If God would me resuscitate

To Paradise I’ll soar, rose white,

With a golden halo,

White rose and lily of the valley.

If my sailor comes again,

Rose of red and rose of white,

He’ll come close upon my grave,

White rose and lily of the valley.

Remember our childhood, rose of white,

When we played upon the quay,

White rose and lily of the valley.

Max Jacob