valley of my dreams
I‘m walking in the valley, valley of my dreams
Along the banks of the comfort of a stream.
Face to face in a pool is a pair of ducks.
I whisper to them , well, good luck.
There’s many a gale that will try to blow you away.
It's not always easy to have a good day.
And I hope that your babies will have weatherproof feathers.
There’s many ways to have bad weather.
Walking in the valley, valley of my dreams.
Good or bad there’s always a figure for to lean.
The wind is blowing and the rain is flowing
And the ground is moving under my feet.
I’m knowing which way I’m going.
It's not bread alone that you need to eat.
It’s turned dead still and the land is bone dry.
The last water in memory came as tears from an eye.
The sun and the moon are hanging together.
A riderless horse passes me hell bent for leather.
Ain't no one riding me and I know for where I’m bound.
And I'm not lost and I don’t want to be found.
I’m walking in the valley, the valley of my dreams
Along the banks of the world’s every stream.
The babies are full grown as they float and preen
And the parents are nowhere to be seen.
Walking the valley, the valley of my dreams.
Good or bad there’s always a figure for to lean.