Down in the Valley

I.

Sweet is the music that flows from the valley
To the top of my hill, to the top of my hill.
Sour is the moment as I wake up and see
Which is never a thrill, which is never a thrill.
But excusing me for just a moment,
Allow me to escape this perpetual torment.

II.

Sweeter is the music being down in the valley
From the top of my hill, from the top of my hill.
Ever sour was the torment of my soul and body
With it's power to kill, with it's power to kill.
And now with what you know, escape your torment.
Come and be with me, for only a moment!