Green Valley
Oh lord I see what brings me here; It’s a mother to all my wanderings ; The valley’s green will age with me; It’s dirt will shine and linger ; And girls will come in festive clothes; And the boys will wait gazing ; And birds will sing from tops of trees; And sound like falling angels; Oh mothers I see you hold; All the fruits of our love; And we’ll raise them high; They’ll touch the sky ; We’ll walk and work this earth ; As the night falls i'll see you home; As the night falls i'll see you home; 