From the Film: The Young Girls Of Rochefort (1968), France.

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This is my piano piano accompaniment with Karen Gallinger. The original version featured Tom Zink playing the piano track with the Yamaha Disklavier. This MIDI-acoustic piano system allows you to record your own piano accompaniments to CD recordings through the Disklavier's unique CD+3½" floppy disk drive. This provides a unique opportunity to perform with your favorite artists through state-of-the-art, shared technologies with Yamaha and SONY devices. What intrigued me about this special arrangement, was a rather nice modulation (as it appears twice in this song) within the piece from the key of G to Ab and then back again. It also gave me an opportunity to meet and share this music with Karen (by means of the Internet) and she is a very talented singer and vocal instructor.

Note: The original song appeared as the "Song of Maxence" and has the same melodic structure, but completely different lyrics (see below).

WHEN LONELY FEELINGS CHILL THE MEADOWS OF YOUR MIND,
JUST THINK IF WINTER COMES, CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND?
BENEATH THE DEEPEST SNOWS, THE SECRET OF A ROSE
IS MERELY THAT IT KNOWS YOU MUST BELIEVE IN SPRING!

JUST AS A TREE IS SURE ITS LEAVES WILL REAPPEAR,
IT KNOWS ITS EMPTINESS IS JUST A TIME OF YEAR,
THE FROZEN MOUNTAIN DREAMS OF APRIL'S MELTING STREAMS,
HOW CRYSTAL CLEAR IT SEEMS, YOU MUST BELIEVE IN SPRING!

YOU MUST BELIEVE IN LOVE AND TRUST IT'S ON ITS WAY,
JUST AS THE SLEEPING ROSE AWAITS THE KISS OF MAY,
SO IN A WORLD OF SNOW, OF THINGS THAT COME AND GO,
WHERE WHAT YOU THINK YOU KNOW, YOU CAN'T BE CERTAIN OF,
YOU MUST BELIEVE IN SPRING AND LOVE.

Note: This song originally appear in the 1968 film, Les Demoiselles de Rochefort (The Young Girls of Rochefort) and was called the "Chanson De Maxence". In this version, Maxence (a young sailor) sings in a local café about searching for the girl of his dreams and the lyrics are quite different than those written for "You Must Believe In Spring". The English dubbed translation is as follows:

Song of Maxence

I’ve searched all over for her, I’ve sailed the seven seas
From Venice to Java, from Manilla to Angkor.
There was Jeanne and Victoria, Venus and Mona Lisa.
I haven’t found her yet, I seek her even more.

I don’t know what she’s like and yet her image is clear.
I have a name for her, her voice is in my ear.
I’ve sketched her sihouette, the face I’m dreaming of.
The portrait that I’ve done is the very image of love.

She is as gracious as only romantic girls can be.
A Botticelli beauty with such eyes, such poise.
In profile she is like those virgins of mythology.
Who haunt museum galleries and the dreams of teenage boys.

Her stride is so much like a childhood memory
That passes my mind’s eye lifting, dreamily.
Her hair pours down her brow like torrents of pure gold
Round which wind, sea and sun quarrel for a hold.

I could tell you of her hands, of her eyes.
I could go on and on until the next sunrise.
She is my only love, but what good is a dream?
I’ve searched all over but she’s nowhere to be seen.

(The café couples sing):

He could tell us of her hands, of her eyes.
He could go on and on until the next sunrise.
She is his only love, but what good is a dream?
He’s searched all over but she’s nowhere to be seen.

(Maxence continues):

Can she be far? Is she close to me?
I couldn’t say but I know she does exist.
Is she a wicked girl? Or born to royalty?
Her pedigree means nothing, because I am an artist,
And Love is the sole authority.

In French, the lyrics are:

Chanson de Maxence

Je l'ai cherchée partout j'ai fait le tour du monde
De Venise à Java de Manille à Hankor
De Jeanne à Victoria de Vénus en Joconde
Je ne l'ai pas trouvée et je la cherche encore

Je ne connais rien d'elle et pourtant je la vois
J'ai inventé son nom j'ai entendu sa voix
J'ai dessiné son corps et j'ai peint son visage
Son portrait et l'amour ne font plus qu'une image

Elle a cette beauté des filles romantiques
Et d'un Botticelli le regard innocent
Son profil est celui de ces vierges mythiques
Qui hantent les musées et les adolescents

Sa démarche ressemble aux souvenirs d'enfant
Qui trottent dans ma tête et dansent en rêvant
Sur son front, ses cheveux sont de l'or en bataille
Que le vent de la mer et le soleil chamaillent

Je pourrais vous parler de ses yeux, de ses mains
Je pourrais vous parler d'elle jusqu'à demain
Son amour, c'est ma vie mais à quoi bon rêver?
Je l'ai cherchée partout je ne l'ai pas trouvée

Il pourrait nous parler de ses yeux, de ses mains
Il pourrait nous parler d'elle jusqu'à demain
Son amour, c'est sa vie mais à quoi bon rêver?
Il l'a cherchée partout il ne l'a pas trouvée

Est-elle loin d'ici? Est-elle près de moi?
Je n'en sais rien encore mais je sais qu'elle existe
Est-elle pécheresse ou bien fille de roi?
Que m'importe son sang puisque je suis artiste
Et que l'amour dicte sa loi