Down the green valley,
beneath the blue sky,
we followed the river, my lover and I.
The birds would be singing and laughing,
we'd say.
Oh,
ring your bells, bell birds,
on our wedding day.
Cold was the valley and gray
was the sky.
When down by the river we whispered goodbye,
and I called to the bell birds who proudly
now sing for my soldier who goes to serve country and king.
Alone in the valley,
beneath
the cool trees,
I thought of my soldier across the wide seas.
Oh,
bell birds,
I cried,
make your notes loud and clear,
and if my love's dreaming,
perhaps
he will hear.
Oh, in the valley my young
soldier lies.
The dust of the desert has covered his eyes.
The bell birds are singing beside the clear stream.
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