The Meuse at Charny-sur-Meuse (France).
O timeless Meuse, flowing proud and free,
A ribbon of life through land and history.
From your highborn springs in Gaulish soil,
To the Dutch plains where your waters toil,
You carve a path both steady and bold,
A witness to stories long untold.Through verdant valleys and mist-clad hills,
Your gentle current quietly thrills,
Whispering secrets of centuries past,
Of Roman ships and kingdoms vast.
You’ve seen the rise of empires grand,
And washed the feet of many a land.In Ardennes’ heart, your waters gleam,
Reflecting the forest's ancient dream.
You wind through towns, both old and new,
Caressing citadels and skies so blue.
Namur and Liège you cradle with care,
A muse to artists, poets, and prayers.Oh Meuse, your banks have borne the weight
Of battles fought and changing fate.
Yet still you flow, serene, unshaken,
By wars and times when hope was forsaken.
You carry on, through night and day,
A symbol of life’s eternal sway.Barges float, and swans take flight,
Beneath your gaze, so calm, so bright.
You nurture fields and vineyards sweet,
And kiss the soil beneath our feet.
Oh Meuse, your waters pure and clear,
Bring peace and joy to all who are near.So let us raise our voice in praise,
To you, dear Meuse, in endless ways.
For in your depths, we find our past,
And hope that nature’s gifts will last.
O mighty river, proud and true,
Our hearts, like your waters, belong to you.