One little stone
I can press with my toes
Two cherry trees
Telling me what to be
What to be
I was walking just the other day
Mind of nothing
Couldn't stay straight
I was speaking to an empty room
It had to be true
My grip had loosened
Into her arms
He would fall in the pond
Soft like a bee
It was cold as can be
As can be
Green Valley low
Just how far do you go?
Green Valley low
Take me back home