Au Clair de la Lune (Charles Fonteyn Manney and Jean Baptiste Lully) Au clair de la lune, mon ami Pierrot Prete moi ta plume pour ecrire un mot Ma chandelle est morte, je n'ai plus de feu Ouvre moi ta porte, pour l'amour de Dieu Au clair de la lune, Pierrot repondes Je n'ai pas de plume, je suis dans mon lit Va chez la voisine, je crois qu'elle y est Car dans la cuisine, un bat le bricket At thy door I'm knocking by the pale moonlight Lend a pen I pray thee, I've a word to write Guttered is my candle, burns my fire no more For the love of heaven, open now the door Pierrot cried in answer by the pale moonlight "In my bed I'm lying, late and chill the night Yonder at my neighbor's, someone is astir Fire is freshly kindled - get a light from her." To the neighbor's house then by the pale moonlight Goes our gentle Lubin to beg a pen to write "Who knocks there so softly?" Calls a voice above "Open wide your door now, 'tis the god of love" Seek they pen and candle in the pale moonlight They can see so little, dark is now the night What they find in seeking, that is not revealed All behind her door is carefully concealed SOF
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