Normandy is fine and fair so Normandy is where we'll go! I can show you a beach where the peach blossom blows And I know how to reach a man who knows A man who knows a cozy inn A friendly place With rows of windows facing the sea! This time of year the air I hear is rare and clear and warm in Normandy! I know a meadow covered with mustard flowers golden as the sun Where a wond'rous thing can happen when an April day is done There's a moment after the sunset When the sky goes suddenly green And the world stands hushed and waiting for the first white stars to convene When you see that emerald sky You'll know to reason why There's not another place I'd rather be Keep your el dorado? And to hell with burgundy! Come fly with me, come try those wings, come swift for we have things to do? Is there truly a beach where the peach blossom blows? Are you sure you can reach that? Man who knows that man who knows That cozy inn? That friendly place With rows of windows facing the sea! This time of year the air I hear is rare and clear and warm (don't be afraid) It's cold (all homes are made) in Normandy!