The three bells

Village at the bottom of the valley
As if lost, almost not known
Here in the starry night
A newborn is given to us.
Jean François Nicot he is named
He is chubby cheeked, tenddr and pink
At the church, finelittle man,
Tomorrow you will be baptized
A bell is ringing, ringing
I t' s voice from echo to echo
Tells the world which is surprised