Down here in the valley

Every shadow you see

Has its own story

Down here in the valley

Every puddle of mud

Comes from tears and blood

And it's so hard just to get warm

That the chill turns into despair



Chorus:

Will you lift me up with tender care?

Will you wash me clean in the palm of your hands?

Will you hold me close so I can thrive?

When you touch me, that's when I know I'm alive



Down here in the valley

Nothing's able to grow

'Cause the light's too low

Folks spend their days

Digging 'round for diamonds and gold

'Til they just get old

And they don't know anything else

They don't know they're breathing bad air

But I'm tired of living like this

And my soul cries out,