Her days were spent working in the fields

Hard days of planting tending picking

But when she sang

All listened

And the birds la bas stopped their twittering

By diligence she saved some sou

And by diligence she left her lot

To arrive in Paris

To sing in bars 

But by winter

She could only find shelter beneath a decadent cloak

Lofty Paris did not call her name

But still she sang

And still they listened

Until the summer

When she was gone

©LawRouge