The flowers in the valley
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
They were singing under their breath
Songs they had forgotten long ago
The old whores of the factory
And the children of the valley went to sea
And old men stood pondering
Of what had been an d is and is to be
And the sun, through the ruins,
And the people of the valley
were dreaming un der that wrath
Many fires on the hilltop
And the hearts of all men
All manner of things were
We watched them burn until dawn
And the children of the morning
were grieving under their breath
but maybe letting go a little
Grieving under their breath
For things that they had lost so long ago