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Albums:

Pete Seeger's Rainbow Quest: Johnny Cash/Roscoe Holcomb [DVD] (Pete Seeger) · Drew's Famous Drew's Kids Totally Rule (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Peace in the Valley [BMG] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sun Valley Serenade/Orchestra Wives (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Carmel Valley Ride (Caroline Doctorow) · Beyond the Valley of 1984 (Plasmatics) · Mountain High Valley Low (Yolanda Adams) · Into the Valley of the Death (Death by Stereo) · Valley Land (Walter Bishop, Jr.) · Jazz Valley, Vol. 1 (Art Hodes) – and 90 other albums »


As the lights of the city drew near
We drank a little wine

They were blurry and green outer space in between
With a depth and a form unclear
Then we saw it
her over hills to valleys so deep
I led her over hills to the valley so deep
At last Pretty Polly's beginning to weep

"Come on Pretty Polly, and go
The valley appeared with the sun like Elysium

I looked out the window and stared at the fields
Where the blue sky and green were colliding
I looked back
Billy met Mary Dove
Mary lloked at Billy, Billy fell in love
Billy swore to Mary he'd always love het so
They were married in the valley where
women make
As they sip from slender glasses by the vineyard lake  

Blue rose and drew the curtain back on the morning
Blue rose and every little
We find ourselves on different sides
Of a line nobody drew
Though it all may be one in the higher eye
Down here where we live it is two

I to my
her over hills to valleys so deep
I led her over hills to the valley so deep
At last Pretty Polly's beginning to weep

"Come on Pretty Polly, and go
over to you
It's never gonna be the same
Never gonna be the same 

God come down
And if you want hard out
Sittin' by the bay
Well the sun went
Dust drew down the desert night
Stallions kick and moan
All along the ridge the stormy light
Assailing the fortresses of stone
Father Eli took
of his knapsack a fiddle he drew
And the tune that he played made the valleys to ring
Oh hark, cried the maiden, hear the nightingales sing 

Oh
a spaniard's fold
And won me a sack full of silver and gold

Me and a gambler, we couldn't agree
Got in a fight over Tennessee
Drew our guns and he fell
born.
Some birthday! 

Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath