There Is A River In The Valley Made Of Melting Snow
There Is A River In The Valley Made Of Melting Snow.
Mystery and wonder Did light up the valley To be beat back by dark clouds And a harsh reeking wind
And that battle staggered Through 3 awful months there To stop for a minute Just to start up again...
Your hands like birds in the trees If the trees themselves were all on fire Your lips on mine make a choir Singing "Baruch atta Adonai" *
And the river never made it to the lake So the lake surrendered to the mountain And the mountain's heart did fucking break At the sight of your nervous hands...
And oh my Love So gently breathing So my heart Does softly swell So her & me Did greet the evening With much red wine And giddy yells
In these times Of wandering soldiers Building towers On ruined land I hold my Love To my belly And feel her breath Fall across my hands...
I have grown tired Of the struggle And I've grown tired Of making plans It think I'll quit To the valley Regain my strength And start again
Where once we were Some clumsy army Now we are just lazy hens I think I'll quit To the valley Until the light Moves me again...
So, let's link arms Sisters and brothers And let's promise Not to retreat There is glory In our failure So let's march To the rhythm of fatigue
To live our lives Without leaders To live in joy Without fear Let's walk together To the valley And let the light Redeem our tears...
* "Baruch atta Adonai" is Hebrew and means: "blessed are you Lord"