Le géant de craie

Beneath the hill of chalk and clay The old giant sleeps throughout the day The white bones of the downland rise To meet the grey and heavy skies Turn the soil and plant the seed The ancient earth is all we need Oh, rise, old bones of chalk and lime We dance upon the wheel of time The wind may blow, the rain may fall The silent giant watches all We walked the ancient ridge-way track With winter's shadow at our back A crown of ivy on the gate We bow before the wheel of fate The elder-tree begins to bloom To chase away the winter's gloom Oh, rise, old bones of chalk and lime We dance upon the wheel of time The wind may blow, the rain may fall The silent giant watches all Sleep deep, sleep deep in the hill... The giant's eyes are watchful still.