
SONG OF THE VALLEY
I roamed the world for love and glory
Full-time ambassador of mirth
I never thought that I`d be sorry
To squander most of my true worth
The sun beats down on the valley
The waves crash on the shore
I was a soldier of the alley
I cannot fight there anymore
So now I just wait for the hour
Lips parted like a kiss
I just assume there is a power
Who can deliver me from this
The sun beats down on the valley
The waves crash on the shore
I was a soldier of the alley
I cannot fight there anymore
They say that love is like a flower
That bows so graceful to the light
But I`ve seen most true love go sour
Then blossom in the dead of night
I can`t be certain of the hour
Or who will bear that final kiss
I must assume there is a power
Who can deliver me from this
The sun beats down on the valley
The waves crash on the shore
I was a soldier of the alley
I cannot fight there anymore
To roam the world for love and glory
To roam the world at all
Who would have thought that I`d be sorry
To squander it all
The sun beats down on the valley
The waves push up against the shore
I was a soldier on the alley
I cannot fight there anymore
© John Cale
Full-time ambassador of mirth
I never thought that I`d be sorry
To squander most of my true worth
The sun beats down on the valley
The waves crash on the shore
I was a soldier of the alley
I cannot fight there anymore
So now I just wait for the hour
Lips parted like a kiss
I just assume there is a power
Who can deliver me from this
The sun beats down on the valley
The waves crash on the shore
I was a soldier of the alley
I cannot fight there anymore
They say that love is like a flower
That bows so graceful to the light
But I`ve seen most true love go sour
Then blossom in the dead of night
I can`t be certain of the hour
Or who will bear that final kiss
I must assume there is a power
Who can deliver me from this
The sun beats down on the valley
The waves crash on the shore
I was a soldier of the alley
I cannot fight there anymore
To roam the world for love and glory
To roam the world at all
Who would have thought that I`d be sorry
To squander it all
The sun beats down on the valley
The waves push up against the shore
I was a soldier on the alley
I cannot fight there anymore
© John Cale