When I was leaving the valley
"Don't go," they said, "you'll regret your choices."
"The source of all that is sacred
The true fountain of youth."
I must confess that I miss that place
The tender feelings it bred
Few things in life ever break that wall
Though I've turned from it instead
I must confess that I miss that place
The tender feelings it bred
Few things in life ever break that wall, I
Often return in my head
Everyone comes from the valley
And most of us spend our whole life trying
To make our way back to its folds
The true fountain of youth
