Song of the valley: Dawn’s Homecoming

Across hewn sombre oaks

And soporific slender barks

There lay a valley old

By the night time lay cold

Sprawling with creatures of the wild

And yearning for morning mild

Where the bluebirds sang a song

In the misty ranges long

Where the valley lies awake

In fear of foes they shake

To flittering hope they cling

Of valour and mercy sing

Awaiting the morning light

Their fears do they fight

And over the hills it comes

Rays of the morning Sun

Legions from Eastern skies

Salvaging us from demise

Over the cold ranges long

And the valley sings a song.