I walk by the river stream that flows
Where the palm trees grow
In the valley below
Of love and peace
Where lost souls are weak
And there is no hope
In good faith, gentle winds blow
Upon my face with grace
On the roads of trust
When sunset has fallen and dawn falls
I walked through the valley of sin
A time when love comes to an end
Palm trees had come to the beginning of time
The pathway through tomorrow
Hearts in sorrow and hollow
As empty egg shell or
A turtle without a shell
Just a gentle breeze blow
In the valley below
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