Céline Dion

Pull, pull the needle my daughter
Pull, pull the needle my daughter
Pull, pull the needle my daughter

Pull, pull, pull the needle my daughter
Tomorrow, tomorrow you get married my friend
Pull, pull, pull the needle my doughter
Your dress has to be finished

Under your fingers flowers are created
Spangles letters, diamonds ones
Orange diadem worn by mother
Is in the hands of your mother

Pull, pull the needle my daughter
Pull, pull the needle my daughter
Pull, pull the needle my daughter

Your room is covered with little silk pieces
The cat on the carpet have very much fun
Near the fire which dances, the armchair is rocking
And rocks your asleep father

Your mother without saying a word
Finishes to fold your trousseau
Your father will know tomorrow, after the dance
That a mariage costs lots of efforts

Pull, pull the needle my daughter
Pull, pull the needle my daughter
Pull, pull the needle my daughter

The light of the lamp smokes and wobles
Your eyes get covered with a lacy curtain
Don't let them bore you my friend
Tomorrow you must be pretty

And when the organ will sing
When finally you'll take his arm
Hope millions of star along with the hours
Sowing you path of joy

Pull, pull the needle my daughter