The Valley Below

The ashes of burning incense

To the clouds of Holy smoke

The sentimental journey

In these days

Of the Killing Joke

No it's not my used generation

Nor the one I heard can befall

No wife from South East Asia

But a child of the last cold war

Flying high above the valley below

I see all the colours of the rainbow

Cover me with flowers

From the garden that we grow

And I swear I marry you

Tomorrow

Oh yeah

Oh oh

A premeditated mantra

In the minds of mythical force

Disparate flaws inducing

When the body

Has run off its course

Flying high above the valley below

I see all the colours of the rainbow

Cover me with flowers

From the garden that we grow

And I swear I marry you

Tomorrow

You say we'll make a difference

The best is still yet to come

I dedicate this festival

To freedom

The calming voice of new order

In embracing stranglehold

From four corners of the planet

Have you heard?

Have you heard?

Flying high above the valley below

I see all the colours of the rainbow

Cover me with flowers

From the garden that we grow

And I swear I marry you

Tomorrow

Oh yeah

Oh oh