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A song from France

St Vivien, St Vivien it’s in the French Medoc
We’re staying here, warm winds, rich wine, where time needs not a clock
Where vines are sagging from the grapes, where dunes of shifting sand
Blow softly into pine woods in this gentle time lost land
 
Soulac sur Mer, Soulac sur Mer, a glint of golden beach
Where verandas shade each villa and each villa’s out of reach
Where brick and stone sport playfully upon each rich façade
And crenellated turrets, wooden battlements stand guard
 
Cote d’argent, Cote d'Argent a sweep of surf thrashed coast
Where oysters come from Arcachon and gambas gently roast
Where markets heave with fish and fruit, where bounteous is the sea
And great words spread on flatlands, where ceps grow wild and free
 
St Vivien, St Vivien it’s in the French Medoc
I’m staying here, warm thoughts, great love, just wishing you were here
And we could walk on shifting sands and make love by the sea
And hold each other until dawn, just loving - you and me