Valley of the Moon

The vultures are flying lower than they used to
They don’t waste their time on old bleached bones
It’s too damned hot, and I feel choked out
Our past betrayed by smoke and mirrors
All she gives is a stone facade
Like ill-given flowers at a dead man’s wake
Here we slave for the dreams of another
And fight over scraps like wayward dogs
The ash under a red stone guides the way
The embers of his words ignite our souls
My love and I, we will follow
We’ll find our valley of the moon
These words a mirror of his own heart
And to the land he gave it to
Looking back to the strength of our blood
A great river of fortune and will
All they gave, they gave for us
A better life in a better land
The ash under a red stone guides the way
The embers of his words ignite our souls
My love and I, we will follow
We’ll find our valley of the moon
A place where we can be who we are
And just what we were meant to be
Plain to hold and see of what we’re made
Spirit, sinew, blood, and soil
Up horses now, and straight and true
Let every broken furrow run
The strength you sweat shall blossom yet
And golden glory to the sun
The ash under a red stone guides the way
The embers of his words ignite our souls
My love and I, we will follow
We’ll find our valley of the moon