paroles de chanson Jenovefa - Cecile Corbel

The Duke of Cornwall has pretty daughters
Jenovefa by far is the prettiest
She deeply loves Yannick Of Kerblez
She's deeply loved him
For many years
Jenovefa stands at her doorstep
Embroidering a fine lace dress
Yannick O Yannick
Is a priest in Nizon
Holy words he reads
Holy words he wants
Yannick, my sweet love
Did you lose the ring?
This ring I gave you
Last night on the hill
Jenovefa, I can't take your ring
I'm in God's hands now
I belong to him
Jenovefa falls down on her knees
My dear fellow, I beg you to stay
Give up your vows
Otherwise I will die
I will join my Lord
In ethereal skies
Now, Lord Yannick Kerblez
Is a priest in Nizon
And many a time, I've seen him alone
Standing there in the midst of tombs
Crying on the grave
Of Jenovefa