In the shower this morning, I started singing. What's amazing about this is the song I sang is a French song that I was taught in grade school a gazillion years ago (and have never sung since, until today). It was written by our school brother, Bro. Raymond Bronowicz, F.S.C. to honor some French big wigs who were to visit our school. Everyone in the school was taught the song so the visitors would be touched to see these cute brown kids singing (or at least trying to) something of their own.

Knowing not a single word of French (not even oui), we were made to practice it day in, day out, which is probably why it stuck in the inner recesses of my mind until it broke free today. So even if I don't remember what the song is about, whom they were for, nor what I had for lunch yesterday, the words just started rolling out of my tongue.

The song goes like this, though I'm going to butcher the spelling since I still don't know French:

Honneur à toi glorieux De La Salle
Apôtre des enfants et gardien de la foi
Vainqueur de l’ignorance à l’âme si fatale
Honneur à toi, honneur à toi

Ô toi que les e lous
Comme nous applaus dissent
Enchantment triomphant
Dan les parvis du ciel
Pour exalter ta gloire
Ici nos voix s’unissent
Avec ferveur au cantique éternel

Animo La Salle! <-- this is not part of the song, I'd just like to give a shout out to my beloved alma mater

Vangie Fuhrman got cold on 11.06.2004 3:56 PM. |