[Verse 1] Where have you hidden yourself, oh my beloved? You fled having wounded I pursued but you had gone [Verse 2] In search of you my darling I would scale the highest clouds Scour wooded valleys Roaring torrents whispering gales [Hook] Vous tes mon cur [Verse 3] When you first regarded me Your eyes filled me with grace Thereby again my eyes Merited to adore you [Hook]
merited, thereby, scour, wooded, cur