A valley low, a horizon yonder…
will I see you there…

where these rivers, run free and wild
my heart, beats louder than my drum…

my heart, our hearth, yet sings for you
yet time for peace, a truce we call…

let’s walk together, into shade and rest
share water, with each other in every breath…

at last, we crest these green grass fields
with solemn tenderness in our eyes…