Through the fields of St. Etienne amidst the corn I wonder
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

Au revoir my love
Though the reasons pass me
Why we can't remain in the fields of St. Etienne