Song of the Old Lovers
Freely rendered from the French of Jacques Brel
Of course these storms of love still rage
For twenty years and ever more
Of course we tried to turn the page
You put your cases in the hall
And I too to spread my wing
But in this house of peopled things
No cradle now to hold us...
Each article is the same
It speaks no word of change
And we hear the hurricane
We break, each away, from us
But oh my love my darling sweetheart
My most wonderful love,I know I'll love you
From the dawn til dusk
I love you I love you, as I must
We played this game together
Each ruse we took to hold us in
We had the stormy weather forever
The trap of keeping us held in.
From time to time it went askew
And then what did we do
But chase the other lover?
Was it just passing the time
Body passion to rejoice...?
It has taken some art to stay together
To become old and keep youth's pleasure
But oh my love my darling sweetheart
My most wonderful love I know I'll love you
From the dawn to dusk
I'll love you, as I must
And with the time that's left to guide us
Our vistas are full grey
And there's nothing to divide us
Though torment 's on its way
But still it makes no sense
To look for peace in all this grief
That trap is not of our asking
The mystery won't pull through
The tender war is still renewed
And the waters they are rising
But oh my love my darling sweetheart
My most wonderful love I know I'll love you
From the dawn to dusk
I will love you, as I must
