The grass is long in the valley my love
And there we'll go to lie
When the hawk is high above the house for us
He guards all of the blue sky
When winter comes and the land is cold
I'll 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 doesn't count for naught
Whether you're clever or wise
When everyone is talking at the very same time
I can still hear your voice my dear
Genesius the actor and Agnes of Rome
Are two of the truest to fly
I know she is a stout heart
And though he had a false start
There's a promise of truth in his eye
And it's a stout heart catches the rain
And it's a stout heart that feels the pain
And it's a stout heart that loves again
And it's a stout heart x2
And everyone goes against the wind sometimes
When the shipping forecast's wrong
You said we were landlocked and stuck to this soil
Guess they never heard of us winged throng
Let's gather us up to the heavens above
We can always come back my love
We can always come back... My love