A little blue bird comes to meHe sings outside my window—“I found a flower just for you,A bluebell soft and mellow.” A little blue bird laughs so lightHe comes again to say—“I found a gem that shines for you,A sapphire pale as day.” Charmant… charmante…nous nous appelons ainsi—Charmant… charmante…in the golden, quiet light. We laugh and sing so quietlyThe hours drift away—Inside this little tower roomThe light decides to stay. One day I asked him soft and low,“Why do you come to me?”He smiled as though it were a game—“I like your quiet beauty.” Charmant… charmante…nous nous appelons ainsi—Charmant… charmante…in the golden, quiet light. Another day I asked again,“Why bring me all these things?”He laughed a little, looking down—“I like the glow it brings.” Charmant… charmante…softly we call in the light—Charmant… charmante…in the golden, quiet light.
