ENG:

I gave you this, I gave you that
You turn around, you ask for more
Still I give, I give, I give, you never once, say thank you back.
Thank you very much ain’t that ought to say
Thank you very much ain’t that ought to say.
In your defense, you have the nerves
To say to me, your gratefulness
Don't lie in words, and thank you, a merely word.
You’ll have to know
Thank you very much ain’t that ought to say
Thank you very much ain’t that ought to say

Makes me recall someone once said, yeah
Gratitude not expressed is plain only gratitude
Gratitude not expressed is plain only gratitude, didn’t I say.
Thank you very much ain’t that ought to say
Thank you very much ain’t that ought to say.
Merci beaucoup.
Like you very much and very much.
Thank you. Thank you.

FR:

Je t’ai donné ça, je t’ai donné ceci
Tu te retournes, tu en demandes encore
Je donne toujours, je donne, je donne, et tu ne dis jamais une fois merci en retour.
Un simple merci, n'est-ce pas ce qu'il faudrait dire ?
Un simple merci, n'est-ce pas ce qu'il faudrait dire ?
Et pour te défendre, tu oses
Me dire que ta gratitude
Ne réside pas dans les mots, et qu'un merci est juste un mot.
Tu dois savoir
Qu’un simple merci, n'est-ce pas ce qu'il faudrait dire ?
Un simple merci, n'est-ce pas ce qu'il faudrait dire ?

Ça me rappelle ce que quelqu’un a dit un jour, oui
La gratitude non exprimée n’est que de la gratitude ordinaire
La gratitude non exprimée n’est que de la gratitude ordinaire, n’est-ce pas ce que j’ai dit ?
Un simple merci, n'est-ce pas ce qu'il faudrait dire ?
Un simple merci, n'est-ce pas ce qu'il faudrait dire ?
Merci beaucoup.
Je t’aime bien, beaucoup, beaucoup.
Merci. Merci.

Verse 1

Well, I’m going down to the St. James Infirmary,

to see my baby there

She was all stretched out,

on a long white table

So sweet, so cold, so bare

Verse 2

Let her go, go !
Ahh, my little Baby, Where ever she can be
You may search this whole world all over

But she’d never find a sweet man like me

Verse 3

Now, when I die, bury me in Stetson shoes
A Stetson coat, and a Stetson hat

And put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the cats know, that I died fat

Ad Lib

St. James Infirmary, where can my baby be ?

It’s just at St. James Infirmary, yeah

Let my baby go, let my baby go
Let my Baby go, go, go

Let my Baby go !

Traditional arranged by :

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

A long way from home

Sometimes I feel like freedom is near

Sometimes I feel like freedom is near

Sometimes I feel like freedom is near

And I’m a long way from home

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost home

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost home

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost home

Way up in that heavenly land

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child

A long way from home