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Like the moon pulls on the water and water pulls the sand
Like starlight drifts a billion years to flicker once above your head
Cicadas in the oak tree are singing to the sky
And I am calling out to you across this lonely 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 unfold across 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 'cross this lonely night
Come back to the valley, the green willow valley
In the cool of the evening, I'm waiting here for you
And we lie under the willows on 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 whispers of the trees?
Come back to the valley, the green willow valley
In the cool of the evening, I'm waiting here for you
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