Valleys We Have Known
Morning lays low
over cornfields of brown,
Eagles on high
search o'er the silent ground.
Waters run deep
through the valleys of green,
While country roads
still travel through this scene.
Mountains above
seem to look down with scorn,
They been here long
before towns had been born.
They've held the cross
and kept storms out at bay,
Standing to guard
forever and a day.
Old corner stores
had once traded coupons,
Five and dime kids
cleared the shelves of bonbons.
Echoes grow soft
of the crowds that passed through,
Vacancy signs
tell the stories for you.
Mothers, fathers,
and families moved on,
Ties of the land
never kept them that strong.
Drought and flood,
the famine and disease,
Broke spirits quick,
drove 'em all to their knees.
Morning breaks bright
as it has for all time,
O'er mountains high
standing for those that climb.
Eagles on high
ride light the breeze's waves;
Waters run deep
over forgotten graves.
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