Death Valley Blues

In the Valley of the Shadow of Death Where the cold waters run deep Lost souls wander, gasping for breath In this realm of eternal sleep Oh, Wanderer of the Barren Plains, Plea Guide this forsaken soul through the empty lands With cold water, revive our spirit to be free In the desolation, where hope withstands Oh, Wanderer of the Barren Plains, we plea Guide this forsaken soul through the empty lands With cold water, revive our spirit to be free In the desolation, where hope withstands In the silent desert, whispers of redemption flow Amidst the arid sands, where hope begins to grow Through the barren wasteland, a spark ignites Guiding the weary soul, towards day's first light