The flowers in the valley
all bloomed today as one
And the people of the parish woke to find
That summer was out walking
like he'd never been away
And all the world was in a joyful mind
And the sun in the valley was golden
And the people on the road
were singing under their breath
Songs of sadness,
but singing nonetheless
They were singing under their breath
Songs they had forgotten long ago
The old whores of the factory
came tumbling down today
And the children of the valley went to sea
And old men stood pondering
and folks began to talk
Of what had been an d is and is to be
And the sun, through the ruins,
was golden
And the people of the valley
were dreaming un der that wrath
Only modest dreams,
but dreaming nonetheless
They were dreaming under
their breath
Dreams they had for
gotten long ago
Many fires on the hilltop
were lit last night
And the hearts of all men
were blazing at
All manner of things were
thrown upon the pyre
We watched them burn until dawn
And the children of the morning
were grieving under their breath
Not forgetting,
but maybe letting go a little
Grieving under their breath
For things that they had lost so long ago
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