Dreams never grow old.
They shine through the years.
Shine bright like the stars
Through our joys and our tears.
Old mem'ries of home,
Friends we used to know
Seem just as they were
Many dreams a-go.
Love too sweet to last,
Songs that we have sung
Rise out of the past,
Ever fair, ever young.
Dreams nev-er grow old, And strange as it seems,
We're only as old
As our golden dreams. |
Mes jeunes années
Courent dans la montagne
Courent dans les sentiers
Pleins d´oiseaux et de fleurs
Et les Pyrénées
Chantent au vent d´Espagne
Chantent la mélodie
Qui berça mon cœur
Chantent les souvenirs
De ma tendre enfance
Chantent tous les beaux jours
A jamais enfuis
Et comme les bergers
Des montagnes de France
Chantent la nostalgie
De mon beau pays
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