Sky Above Breton

In the heart of Breton, where the green hills rise,
Where the sea meets the sky in a dance of tides,
The heather blooms wild, in the soft morning light,
And the ancient stones whisper the tales of the night.

Oh, Breton, my haven, my home in the west,
Your beauty eternal, your spirit unbowed,
In the fields of your glory, my heart finds its rest,
In the song of the countryside, proud and loud.

Through the misty vales, where the rivers flow,
Past the orchards rich, where the sweet apples grow,
The bagpipes resound, a call to the free,
And the echoes of history are felt in the breeze.

Under the canvas of stars overhead,
The fires of old, they burn ever so bright,
In the land of the Celts, where legends are bred,
The Breton countryside shines in the night.

Oh, Breton, my haven, my home in the west,
Your beauty eternal, your spirit unbowed,
In the fields of your glory, my heart finds its rest,
In the song of the countryside, proud and loud.
