The Americans come : an episode in France in the year 1918 / [words by] Elizabeth A. Wilbur [music by] Fay Foster

(Spoken) a blinded Frenchman speaks to his son/”What is the cheering, my little one?/Oh, that my blinded eyes could see!/Hasten, my boy, to the window run,/And see what the noise in the street may be./I hear the drums and marching feet/Look and see what it’s all about!/Who can it be that our people greet/With cheer and laughter and joyous shout?”/”There are men, my father, brown and strong,/And they carry a banner of wondrous hue/With a mighty tread they swing along/Now I see white stars on a fields of blue!”/”You say that you see white stars on blue?/Look, are the stripes of red and white? It must be yes, it must be true!/Oh, dear God, if I had my sight!/Hasten, son, fling the windows wide,/Let me kiss the staff our flags swing from/And salute the Stars and Stripes with pride,/For, God be praised, the Americans come!”

(Parle) Un Francais aveugle parle a son fils/”Mon fils qui donc acclamaton?/Par la fenetre penches toi./Dis moi qui crie en passant leurs tambours/Les pas rythmicques des bataillons/Qui donc arriven ce sejour aux sons joyeux du peuple criant?”/”Des soldats, mon pere, forts et fiers,/Passent dans la rue en rangs serres/Ils portent haut leur jovois un fond bleu tout etoile/Regardes encore!/Ah pouvais voir!/Hatestoi ouvres la croisee/Que j’embrasse notre tricolore/Et salue la drapeau e-toile/Loue soit dieu,/L’amerique vient!”