Little Girl Lost

Little Girl Lost (Thierry Magnière)

(Talkin' song)

I've found and bought a house in the hills

Among vineyards & clouds of sparrows after the harvest.

The kind of place, where you can still

Your mind and find yourself in the end of your quest.

After ten years, the house was changed for the better,

And me too. The roving man I was, got home,

Children & wife, nothing else matters.

Nothing ever happened and every day I have to regret some.

I saw T.V. news as fiction movies telling stories.

Urban violence looked like John's visions.

Sure, I lived in the twilight zone or in loss of memories.

And so far away from this world altough politics made devolution.

Till yesterdays, my eldest daughter came back from school,

Weepin' bitterly, she was broken down and scared :

Her friend, our neighbour, was missing in the bus, poor Dollydoole

Where could she be ? Someone said she was gotten in a car.

Somebody saw her with a stranger at the end of the class.

A girl-friend said she was running away, but she's only nine

This morning the searches went on, chances of return pass,

Police dogs in thickets, a chopper in the air, volunteers getting into line …

All in vain ! I'd listened to the words of a policeman, who said :

"It's always the same story, we'll never find the body !"

I think the mother has heard too, a heartrending cry

Ran round amoung the stones of that wee village and it will never fade.

It won't ever fade.