things move around

                         Breton Tune 

          Farewell to the land
       The waves start to swell
          Farewell to the land
               Farewell
Blue is the sky and blue the swell
               Farewell

Next to the house the vine grows tall
The flowers show gold above the wall

          Goodbye to the land
       The wood, fields and sky
          Goodbye to the land
               Goodbye

Goodbye to the girl who wears your ring
The sky is black, the salt winds sting

          Farewell to the land
       To the girls you knew well
          Farewell to the land
               Farewell
Blue was the sky and blue the swell
               Farewell

Grief for the future dims our eye
The dark sea leads to a darker sky

       I’ll pray for the land
          With all my heart
          Loving it well
          As I depart
       Farewell to the land
          Farewell

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at sea, 1 August 1852

Victor Hugo
Translation: Harry Guest