The grass is long in the valley, my dear
And there we'll go to lie
When the hawk is high above the house for us
And he guards all of the blue sky
When winter comes and the nights are cold
I'll take your hand to hold
I dreamt I flew with the saints last night
I know them all by the wing size
And up there it just doesn't count for naught
Whether you're clever or wise
When everyone is talking at the very same time
I'll still hear my voice, my dear
Genesius the Actor and Agnes of Rome
Are two of the truest who fly
I know she's a stout heart
And though he had a false start
There's a promise of truth in his eyes
And it's a stout heart catches the rain
And it's a stout heart feels the pain
And it's a stout heart that loves again
It's a stout heart
Yeah, it's a stout heart
Everyone goes against the wind sometimes
When the shipping forecast's wrong
Said we were landlocked and stuck to the soil
Guess they never heard of us winged throng
Let's gather us up to the heavens above
We can always come baxk, my love
We can always come back, my love