When This Valley
Title: | When This Valley |
Creator: | Don Freed |
Subject: | Lyrics |
Description: | When This Valley
When this valley’s no longer a wound that won’t heal When its story is well understood May infinity fly where the blue of the sky Meets the green of the river and gold of the straw In the valley of old St. Laurent. When this valley was young it was peaceful and free And its citizens were friends to all If a stranger was cold, or hungry or old They were taken well care of By an un-written law In the valley of old St. Laurent. When the names of its people are held to the heart Of a land that was built with their blood Shamrock, Thistle, Oak Tree, Sweetgrass, Fleur-de-lys All entwined in a braid a hanged poet foresaw In the valley of old St. Laurent. ©Don Freed |
Type: | Collection |