Ce Fut en Mai (It was in May)
English Version
 

       C                         G
In early May, when skies are gay
             F            G                 C
And green the plains and mountains,
        C                    G
At break of day I rose to play
        F        G     C
Beside a little fountain.
      G                                F               C
In garden close where shone the rose
      C        F          G
I heard a fiddle played, then
      G                                    F                   C
A handsome knight that charmed my sight,
            F           G           C
Was dancing with a maiden.

         C                             G
Both fair of face, they turned with grace
         F              G                 C
To tread their May-time measure.
         C                                  G
The flowering place, their close embrace,
            F          G                   C
Their kisses brought them pleasure.
         G                        F               C
But shortly they had slipped away
        C           F          G
To stroll among the bowers.
       G                                    F               C
To ease their heart, each played his part
        F                  G         C
In love's games on the flowers.

     C                       G
I crept ahead, all chill with dread,
             F              G                 C
Lest someone there should see me.
        C                              G
Bemused and sad because I had
        F       G           C
No joy in love to please me.
            G                         F               C
Then one of those I'd seen there rose
           C      F          G
And from afar off speaking,
         G                             F           C
He questioned me, who I might be,
            F        G               C
And what I came there seeking.

      C                              G
I stepped their way to sadly say
           F          G         C
How long I'd loved a lady,
           C                       G
Who all my days my heart obeys,
         F     G             C
Full faithfully and steady.
                G                F             C
Though still I bore a grief so sore
      C         F        G
In losing one so lovely,
           G                      F          C
That surely I would come to die
        F             G               C
Unless she deigned to love me.

             C                         G
With wisdom rare, with tactful air
           F                 G          C
They counseled and relieved me.
           C                                   G
They said their prayer was God might spare
            F        G                C
Some joy in love that grieved me.
             G                         F             C
Where all my gain was loss and pain
    C     F          G
So I in turn extended
         G                                F         C
My thanks sincere, with many a tear,
           F           G            C
And them to God commended.
 

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