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Down to the valley where the fortunes growDown to the freeThat gathered holy 'round the fire that grows so wellOn with the laughter when the work is doneIt is what it isA passing work of human hands where faults aboundWhile the rains would comeWhile the end was unknownNothing had proved too muchNo path was solely my ownMost of the daylight nothing filled my mindQuiet was IAnd I was held away from evil that spoke my nameAll he was wanting was a bumbling manI wouldn't goWanting only to feel the time around me stayWhile the rains would comeWhile the end was unknownNothing had proved too muchNo path was solely my own From Letras Mania