Vacation Time - Maurice Carême
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Lyrics: Holiday Time
It's the blessed time of holidays.
The wind ties swallows' knots.
The day is round like an almond.
The whole village smells of honey.
The sun has hung its lamp
Just above the white cows
Astonished to find they no longer have any shade,
But the meadows, near the woods,
Tremble gently under their weight
Have never been so deep.
Maurice Carême