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There's a man down in the valley |
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Who doesn't speak in his own tongue |
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He bears a grudge against the |
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English The tune to which his songs are sung |
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There's a man down in the valley |
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Who is moving back in time |
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It's a physical ascension |
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You can watch him as he climbs |
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The farmer's wives are at their windows |
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They've seen him wind his way for hours |
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They tell the kids to lower their voices |
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And pretend that they are out |
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There's a man down in the valley |
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Trying to stop time in its tracks |
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His boots lie heavy on the grasses |
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But it keeps on pushing back |
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And his wife she was a painter |
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But now she stains the altar black |
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He's out bird watching on the islands |
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And she wishes he'd come back |
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There's a man down in the valley |
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And he dreams of moving west |
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Of battles raged against the furies |
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That might see him at his best |
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There's a man down in the valley |
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Don't know his right foot from his left |
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Don't know his right foot from his left |
