Through the fields of St Etienne
Amidst the corn I wander
In my hand an ear of corn
The morning dew has kissed
Here beneath the skies
I lay with my lover
While the summer winds gathered clouds of war
Au revoir my love
Though the reasons pass me
Why we can't remain in the fields of St Etienne
Weaving proudly, singing loudly
Being young and foolish
He was going never knowing
He would not return
Singing songs of war
Filled with God and country
Marching down the road with the boys that day
Au revoir my love
Though the reasons pass me
Why we can't remain in the fields of St Etienne