Valley Of The Song

Valley of the Song - Written By Dave Miller (Silver Frog Music)

The smoke from ancient council fire still spins
Like the ghosts of the pueblo dancing upon the wind
Flutes and drums and bells from the sacred circle ring
To the sunrise in the east the elders sing
The sage and chamissa perfume the breeze The first light over Blanca shines on the Cottonwood trees
And the promise of new songs yet unborn ‘Sing like me today,’ tease the waxwings from the barn
Love’s the muse, strings the tools Cutting rough stones into jewels Harmony and chords where they belong In the valley of the song
All the forgotten, unsung, timid tunes
Are like the grains of sand out on the dunes They thank the stars above for the gentle, enchanted hand
That help the music ring along the Rio Grande
Like ripples in the lake above the mine Like the growth rings in the heart of the pines
Like the dance bells of the ancient long lost race
Notes and words reach through time and space
Love’s the muse, strings the tools Cutting rough stones into jewels Harmony and chords where they belong In the valley of the song
In the valley of the song