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Jersey National Anthem (1836-2008; Instrumental) Ma Normandie

"Ma Normandie" ("My Normandy") was the official regional anthem of the Bailiwick of Jersey, a British Crown dependency in the Channel Islands, and was written and composed by Frédéric Bérat. "Ma Normandie" is also widely used, but unofficially, as the regional anthem of Normandy. (English Lyrics) When everything is reborn in hope And winter flees far from us, Under the beautiful sky of our France, When the sun returns gentler, When nature has turned green again, When the swallow has returned, I like to see again my Normandy, It's the country where I was born. I’ve seen the fields of Helvetia, And its chalets and its glaciers, I’ve seen the sky of Italy, And Venice and its gondoliers. Greeting each homeland, I told myself that no stay Is finer than my Normandy, It's the country where I was born. There comes a time of life, When every dream must end, A time when the restful soul Needs to remember. When my chilled muse Makes its way back to the past, I’ll go see again my Normandy, It's the country where I was born.

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"Ma Normandie" ("My Normandy") was the official regional anthem of the Bailiwick of Jersey, a British Crown dependency in the Channel Islands, and was written and composed by Frédéric Bérat. "Ma Normandie" is also widely used, but unofficially, as the regional anthem of Normandy. (English Lyrics) When everything is reborn in hope And winter flees far from us, Under the beautiful sky of our France, When the sun returns gentler, When nature has turned green again, When the swallow has returned, I like to see again my Normandy, It's the country where I was born. I’ve seen the fields of Helvetia, And its chalets and its glaciers, I’ve seen the sky of Italy, And Venice and its gondoliers. Greeting each homeland, I told myself that no stay Is finer than my Normandy, It's the country where I was born. There comes a time of life, When every dream must end, A time when the restful soul Needs to remember. When my chilled muse Makes its way back to the past, I’ll go see again my Normandy, It's the country where I was born.

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