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 I know the fields of Switzerland,
 * The peaks and icy meres;

I know the skies of Italy,
 * I know the gondoliers;

But let me wander where I will,
 * I say that I'll return

To Normandy, my Normandy,
 * The land where I was born.

At last there comes a time to us
 * When all dreams lose their glow;

There comes a time when in our souls
 * We need the long ago;

So when my songs are cold in me,
 * And love will not return—

Then I'll go back to Normandy,
 * The land where I was born.