Like the moon pulls on the water and the water pulls the sand. Like starlight drifts a billion years to flicker once above your head
The cicadas in the oak trees are singing to the sky and I am calling out to you across this silent night
Come back to the valley, the green willow valley. In the cool of the evening , I’m waiting here for you
Can you feel the wings of birds whisper cross the sky? Can you hear the blades of grass calling to the light?
There are rivers underground rushing cold and wild and I am calling out to you from across the lonely night
Come back to the valley, the green willow valley. In cool of the evening I’m waiting here for you
We’ll lie under the willows in a bed of fallen leaves. I will bring you apples and water from the stream
I will pull the thorns from your blistered feet. Can’t you hear me calling in the whisper of the trees?
Come back to the valley, the green willow valley. In cool of the evening I’m waiting here for you