Text: Max Elskamp
Year: 1967
My father discovered the poem by Max Elskamp and directly went over to Julos so that he'd put it in music as it was about their hometown. They both spent the night creating the song. Julos ended up publishing an extended play with four Max Elskamp poems.
Oh Claire Suzanne Adolphine²Belle-Tête would mean "Pretty head" although I couldn't find trace of such a castle
Oh my mother from the Ecaussinnes
Now so far away who is asleep
Do you remember the summer days ?
Over there in August, when we were going
To visit our parents
In their castle of Belle-Tête²
Built in stones from our region
And who then made celebration
To you, their daughter, as well as to us
In this sweet Wallonia
Of clear summer, over there, in Hainaut
Where we were hearing some harmony
Like a voice coming from above
The noise of the cisels on the stones
And who sang under the hammers
Like bells ringing in the air
Or sea in the distance raising her waters
While like thunders
Were passing the trains under the elm trees
Oh my mother from the Ecaussines
It's your blood which speaks in me
And my soul which confides itself
In You, and of love, and of faith
Because you were to me like Mary
Even though I am not Jesus
And when you were gone
I knew I had lost everything
Oh Claire Suzanne Adolphine
Oh my mother from the Ecaussinnes
Now so far away who is asleep
Do you remember the summer days ?
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