Down to the valley
Where the fortunes grow
Down to the free
That gathered holy 'round the fire
That grows so well
On with the laughter
When the work is done
It is what it is
A passing work of human hands
Where faults abound
While the rains would come
While the end was unknown
Nothing had proved too much
No path was solely my own
Most of the daylight
Nothing filled my mind
Quiet was I
And I was held away
From evil that spoke my name
All he was wanting
Was a bumbling man
I wouldn't go
Wanting only to feel the time
Around me stay
While the rains would come
While the end was unknown
Nothing had proved too much
No path was solely my own
Down to the valley
Where the fortunes grow
Down to the free