[Verse 1] Early in the mornin, first day of the year Walked up the mountain, in the path of the deer Up past the strip job, Sumac and scrubs Up where the big trees grow [Chorus] And I look down the valley, look down the valley hole And the smoke from the chimneys rose in the air below This is my home, its my home, its my home [Verse 2] Once there were cabins made from mud and logs Once there were farmers with their sheep and their dogs Once there were soldiers marching down the road And then the coal trains came [Chorus] And I look down the valley, look down the valley hole The sun hit the mountain, turned the gray trees gold This is my home, its my home, its my home [Verse 3] Under the bruises, under the scars Under the shouting and the guns and the bars This tender valley opens its eyes Its like a new born child [Chorus] And I look down the valley, look down the valley hole This old world is a mystery, theres one thing I know This is my home, its my home, its my home
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