All the palm trees and banana trees
Will grow as before when I am gone
I'm going home, it's summer here
Back home, chairs are standing neatly on the porch
I'm tired of waves and their constant sound (Aloha...)
I'm going home, can't wait to hear her shout:
"Manon, come, your supper waits!
Don't make mother angry, don't make her come down!
Manon, come at once
If you don't do it
Then you'll do without.
Do not make your mother wait
And come down, dear!"
Farewell, goodbye, fellow orange land (Florida...)
My brother's moving house, he'd use a hand
Since summer's here again
Back home they got bikes out of the garage, I bet
I arrived on Thursday afternoon (At the Dupuis...)
Then I took the subway to Beaubien
Not pretending anything
I stopped at the corner just to call my girl
I give her a call, then two, then three
Forth is the one she answers me
Then I ask her: "How are things, my girl? Of course, I'm he-re!"
All the palm trees and banana trees
Will grow as before when I am gone
You could write to me, you know
Sixty-seven sixty Saint-Vallier Montréal
Sixty-seven sixty Saint-Vallier Montréal
Sixty-seven sixty...
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