The Christmas song from the Southern Alps: “Les Coussins de Jésus” by Robert Miras (the singer of Jesus was born in Provence) tells the story of our tourtons!

The singer of the iconic song “Jesus was born in Provence”, which has entered the popular culture of our region, is back with the rest of the story: That of the Cushions of Jesus, that is to say that of the famous Tourtons du Champsaur which were first called “the Jesus Cushions”. Indeed, at the time in the mountains, times were hard and we could only afford to make them for a festive meal, that of Christmas… .

The song is performed by Robert Miras.

The music is signed by René Baldaccini and he will release at the beginning of the year a very beautiful album which tells the story of life, which tells the story of our lives…”A piano to take flight”.

The song, whose lyrics are signed by Jean-Marc Passeron, tells the story of the birth of our tourtons born in Champsaur and which became the specialty of the Southern Alps thanks in particular to the Pellegrin brothers.

Our famous cushions… were originally called “Jesus cushions” because, in those days, we could only afford to make them at Christmas….

The Jesus Cushions therefore tell our story but also the Christmas holidays with a nod to the iconic song by Robert Miras “Jesus was born in Provence” which has entered the popular culture of the region.

We invite you to listen to it, to share it widely but also to make it your own by making your own versions!

Please send them by we transfer to jmp@dici.fr/tel 04 92 20 17 17

The text

Jesus cushions

We weren’t going to put it on the ground.

This newborn that the whole world has been waiting for

So the grandmother took out a very big bowl

She put oil and wheat flour in it

She kneaded for a long time, gently, expertly

On the fire, she cooked the good potatoes

Which grew all summer near Vincent

She added a little piece of winter tomme

Jesus cushions were born

Now you can arrive

You, whom the world was waiting for

In the nursery we placed

Cushions to protect you

Now you can arrive

You, who gives us hope

In the nursery we placed

Cushions to protect you

So we let the dough rest

A good roll then the roulette

And from the dough we made very small squares

Not very big, a few centimeters

In the old pan, we put the little fritters

Mathieu recovered from the woods of the Bruno field

We cooked them, heated them, turned them, browned them

For dessert, we would make them with prunes

Little Jesus could arrive

Now you can arrive

You, whom the world was waiting for

In the nursery, we placed

Cushions to protect you

Now you can arrive

You, who gives us hope

In the nursery we placed

Cushions to protect you

The song however says that he was born in Provence

Between Avignon and Sainte-Maries

But it’s higher up, like in transhumance

That he spent his very first night

Near the stars, in the stable near the sheep

With a simple bed, the gift of the shepherds

Cushions that we will call Tourtons

Little Jesus was the first to love them

Now you can arrive

You, whom the world was waiting for

In the nursery we placed

Cushions to protect you

Now you can arrive

You, who gives us hope

In the nursery we placed

Cushions to protect you