To which his heart ascends!

My wife, my son have seen Narbonne,

My grandson went to Perpignan,

But I have not seen Carcassonne,

But I have not seen Carcassonne."

Thus sighed a peasant bent with age,

Half-dreaming in his chair;

I said, "My friend, come go with me

To-morrow, then thine eyes shall see

Those streets that seem so fair."