"No?
not that one ...

Claire Fontaine?
Ah! That's a beautiful one, that is! We shall all sing it together." He glanced at Maria, but seeing the beads ever slipping through her fingers he would not intrude.
A la claire fontaine M'en allant promener, J'ai trouve l'eau si belle Que je m'y suis baigne ...
Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, Jamais je ne t'oublierai...
Words and tune alike haunting; the unaffected sadness of the refrain lingering in the ear, a song that well may find its way to any heart.
..

Sur la plus haute branche, Le rossignol chantait.
Chante, rossignol, chante, Toi qui a le coeur gai ...
Il y a longtemps que je t'aime Jamais je ne t'oublierai ...
The rosary lay still in the long fingers.

Maria did not sing with the others; but she was listening, and this lament of a love that was unhappy fell very sweetly and movingly on her spirit a little weary with prayer.
...

Tu as le coeur a rire, Moi je l'ai a pleurer, J'ai perdu ma maitresse Sans pouvoir la r'trouver, Pour un bouquet de roses Que je lui refusai Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, Jamais je ne t'oublierai.
Maria looked through the window at the white fields circled by mysterious forest; the passion of religious feeling, the tide of young love rising within her, the sound of the familiar voices, fused in her heart to a single emotion.