Green Willow Valley

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.