the grass is long in the valley my love and there well go to lie when the hawk is high above the house for us and he guards over the blue sky when winter comes and the nights are cold ill take your hand to hold i dreamt i flew with the saints last night i know them all by wing size and up there it just doesnt count for naught whether youre clever or wise when everyone is talking at the very same time ill still hear your voice my dear genesius the actor and agnes of rome are two of the truest who fly i know shes a stout heart and though he had a false start theres a promise of truth in his eyes and its a stout heart catches the rain and its a stout heart that feels the pain and its a stout heart that loves again its a stout heart yeah its a stout heart everyone goes against the wind sometimes when the shipping forecast s wrong said we were landlocked and stuck to this soil guess they never heard of us winged throng lets gather us up to the heavens above we can always come back my love we can always come back my love