Lyrics

“In the Valley”
Album – Broken Ties
by Maggie Vogts
Copyright September 2017

There’s a woodland in the valley
where the stream flows cool and free.
See the crimsons bleeding gentle
o’er the secrets buried deep.

Crowd of strangers, branded, binding
wearing stars, bearing stone.
Father watching for his lovelies.
Who will make the journey home?

Light receding from the valley,
birds a-winging from the grey.
All is silent in the woodland.
Who will sing the night away?

Little sister, softest mourn,
trace the steps our mother made.
Called your name, suffocating,
as the ash bore you away.

Light receding from the valley,
birds a-winging from the grave.
I am bleeding in the woodland.
Who will keep the night away?

Beating, burning, in the woodland.
Let the water bury me.
I will never leave the valley;
hate is more than memory.