Héloïse

  In the spring of 1117

  My heart is yearning to sing

  For in the convent of 1116

  I never knew such a spring

  With him I will fly like a song-bird

  With him I will try canticles not yet heard



Females

  For he is Plato

  He is mistletoe

  He is Socrates

  He's the Pyrenees

  He is logic

  He's forbidden fruit

  He is light

Héloïse

  He's my truth



Héloïse

  In the spring of 1117

  My heart wants to dance and rejoice

  For in my Latin, Greek, French and convent prayers

  I never knew such a voice

  With him I will fly like a songbird

  With him I will try canticles not yet heard



Females

  For he is Plato

  He is mistletoe

  He is Socrates

  He's the Pyrenees

  He is logic

  He's forbidden fruit

  He is light

Héloïse

  He's my truth



Héloïse

  In the spring of 1117

  The world is waiting to play

  With him I want to dance out on the roof

  But I must study with him