Paroles officielles de la chanson «Claire Fontaine» : Hawksley Workman

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Claire Fontaine"

Claire fontaine who are you i like the paper you make we were introduced
By a lover of mine and now she's gone and i still have you claire fontaine
You seem to bring the best out of me and the things that i write to sing are
You a lumberjack or something does your father own a forest of the nicest
Trees for chopping your sheets are very smooth i like to rub my pen across
Them do you feel the way i do if the newspapers used your paper for the
News things may seem less terrifying just because of you and were you in
A garden when they said the war had started did you think you'd write a
Letter that would start 'my dear departed' i’m going home for christmas
They may refuse me entry 'cause you're native to this country but as a
Foreigner relinquish a pad of paper so distinguished i say never i’ll take
This pad of mine to heaven where maybe i will choose to write a fan letter
Or two i might write one to andy warhol and the other one for you and you
Can rest assured in knowing they'd be on your paper too who are you