Bells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing, oh, ProvenceC'est trejoli, un peri in the spring Watching all the lovers walk along the SeinePitch a penny in her lacquer wishing well Feed the pigeons in the park near Tour EiffelBells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing, oh, ProvenceThere's a chapel, sacred current, quaint MontmartreIn the open air the painters show their art In the restaurant, sip of BeaujolaisWhat a perfect way to spend a lovely dayBells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing, oh, ProvenceSunday morning hear the bells of Notre Dame Watching Belle meus filles ans la hansommejean-dame Near the parc de Treillon from the Champs-ÉlyséesCoffee au croissant in a sidewalk café Some people go to see the races at DeauvilleOr weekend by the racing tires of Mont-Saint-Michel Some take the Tour de Chartres on an autobusWhile the riders and the drivers of the Seine-Saint-DenisAnd the artists never leave MontparnasseMontparnasse