Fauré's Notre amour from his 3 Songs, Op. 23 has been arranged for viola solo and piano by the world-famous violist Donald McInnes, who held a professorship at the University of Southern California from 1985 to 2014 and is known in virtually every corner of the artistic world for his appearances with major orchestras, recitals, chamber music participation, and numerous master classes.

From his later 3 Songs, Op. 23, the original poem Notre amour is by Armand Silvestre. This work is a pure and unadulterated celebration of happy, sacred & eternal love. The music is suitably exuberant with its soaring melodic lines, its rapidly moving triplet figure in the accompaniment, and its almost constant major modality.

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Below is the original French text by Armand Silvestre and the English translation for this song:

Notre amour et chose légère,
Comme les parfums que le vent
Prend aux cimes de la fourère
Pour qu'on les respire en rêvant.
 --Notre amour est chose légère.

Notre amour est chose charmante,
Comme les chanson du matin
Où nul regret ne se lamente,
Où vibre un espoire incertain.
 --Notre amour est chose charmante

Notre amour est chose sacrée,
Comme le mystère des bois
Où tressaille une âme ignorée,
Où les silence ont des voix.
--Notre amour est chose sacrée.

Notre amour est chose infinie,
Comme les chemins des couchants
Où la mer, aux cieux réunie,
S'endort sous les soleils penchants.

Notre amour est chose éternelle,
Comme tout ce qu'un Dieu vainqueur
A touché du feu de son aile,
Comme tout ce qui vient due cœur,
--Notre amour est chose éternelle.


Our love is light and gentle,
Like the fragrance fetched by the breeze
From the tips of ferns
For us to breath while dreaming.

 --Our love is light and gentle.
Our love is enchanting,
Like morning songs,
Where no regret is voiced,
Quivering with uncertain hopes.
Our love is enchanting.

Our love is sacred,
Like woodland mysteries,
Where an unknown soul throbs,
And silences are eloquent.
--Our love is sacred.

Our love is infinite
Like sunset paths,
Where the sea, joined with the skies,
Falls asleep beneath slanting suns.

Our love is eternal,
Like all that a victorious God
Has brushed with his fiery wing,
Like all that comes from the heart,
--Our love is eternal.