Cruising down the Col Menté
Cycling into Sengouagnet
She’s doing well
On the road towards north
Bloomy grassland along the course
a distant bell
The margins of a village upon the hill
Lavender perfume leaves her thrilled
“Some more stages like today
make my sorrows fade away
seize the day!”
The rising route, to her a joy
the mountains are her newest toy
she is on her way
A little bustle on the market square
A coffee and some memories to share
she’s in Aspet…
And she feels like coming, feels like coming home
And she feels like coming, feels like coming home
heartache that would never cease, a shiver that would never leave
suddenly gone!
Late in the afternoon
back on the road again
miles away
The sunny landscape passes by
House martins are hunting high
above her way
Memories of that market square remain
She realizes she must return
back to Aspet…
And she feels like coming, feels like coming home
And she feels like coming, feels like coming home
heartache that would never cease, a shiver that would never leave
suddenly gone!
Nous sommes de retour, retour à Aspet
Nous sommes de retour, retour à Aspet