Wild Rose Valley
Come follow me into the Valley of the Wild Rose.
Where the Mountain opens wide her arms and gently we enfold.
I played my violin as the children danced behind.
Come follow me into the place where the trees all bend entwine.
Come follow me out to the place where the Wild Blueberry grows.
Upon the banks of River Peace we’ll wash away our sins.
The children touched my hands and we floated off to the clouds.
We drift along the sky until the day began to fade.
Where the willows softly weep we’ll bathe in the bright white light of the Moon.
