There's a man down in the valley
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Who doesn't speak in his own tongue
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He bears a grudge against the English
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The tune to which his songs are sung
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There's a man down in the valley
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Who is moving back in time
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It's a physical ascension
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You can watch him as he climbs
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The farmer's wives are at their windows
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They've seen him wind his way for hours
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They tell the kids to lower their voices
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And pretend that they are out
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There's a man down in the valley
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Trying to stop time in its tracks
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His boots lie heavy on the grasses
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But it keeps on pushing back
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And his wife she was a painter
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But now she stains the altar black
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He's out bird watching on the islands
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And she wishes he'd come back
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There's a man down in the valley
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And he dreams of moving west
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Of battles raged against the furies
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That might see him at his best
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There's a man down in the valley
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Don't know his right foot from his left
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Don't know his right foot from his left
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Manafon
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David Sylvian |