The Valleys

I heard it from the valleys
I heard it ringing in the mountains ah-aa-aa-aa
I heard it from the valleys
I heard him singing in the mountains ah-aa-aa-aa

Baby, when I drowse to-night, a-haa
Skirting lawns of sleep to chase, a-haa
Shifting dreams in and hazy eyes, a-haa
Somewhere then I'll see your face, a-haa
Turning back to bid me follow, a-haa
Where I wag my arms and hollow, a-haa
Over hedges chasing after, a-haa
Crooked smile and strange laughter
Behold such dreams are true

O-hoo, a-haa
O-hoo, a-haa
O-hoo, a-haa

Now she's back, all mirth and glory
Like a princecess in a fairy story
Winter called her far away
Blossoms bring her home with May
Now she's here again
Standing in a wooden swing

Alive
Alive
Alive

Now he's here again
Standing in a wood that swings
To the madrigal she sings
And I'm sure, as here I stand
That she shines through every land
That she sings in every place
Where we're thinking of her face
And we know such dreams are true, o-hoo-oo