I left my homeland, the valley in pain
I wandered the mountains, longing in vain
One last look at the land where memories lie
My village in the distance, ’neath the blue morning sky
The path took me higher to the mountain ridge
A creek in the valley, an old broken bridge
Memories burning, haunting my soul
Echoes of children, of lives that were lost
I lay down in the shadows by the winding stream
When a moaning lament rose up through my dream
Down in the valley, the dead still speak
Their voices rising from the ruins deep
Deep down in the valley, a mournful hymn
A dead man’s whisper came calling to me
“Hear now my story”, the dead man intoned
His chanting voice told a tale of woe
Down in the valley, I loved my land
An enemy army crushed it to sand
Down in that valley, I once had a wife
She lay in my arms when war took her life
Down in the valley, I heard Mother sigh
She drew her last breath with a fading cry
Down in the valley, my brother fell
His wife and child lay face-down at his side
Down in the valley, the dead still speak
Their voices rising from the ruins deep
Down in the valley, my sister was gone
Left by the soldiers when they were done
Far down in the valley, I buried my dad
Gathered his pieces in a gray plastic bag
Those were the last words of the mournful hymn
His chanting voice was lost in the wind
But down in the valley, the dead man’s lore
Still mourns the children torn away by war
Down in the valley, the dead still speak
Their voices rising from the ruins deep
Författare: Kari