G C G C
Here in our valley We live in the fog and the mist
G C G C
Some days it feels like a burial some days like a kiss
D C
The winter rain soaks in the ground,
D C
The whistling winds set the trees dancing round
G F# F F# G
And here we are, here we’ve stayed

In the green leaning hall, the old faces still gaze from the walls
As firm as the trees they cut down to see out the storms
They hunkered down, they built it up
They planted their seed, they filled up their cups
Here they were, here they stayed

At 15, there wasn’t that much of a choice I recall
and learning from books didn’t seems like a real choice at all
I left those warm, dry, boxed-in rooms
Took to the plough and the wild wind’s tune
Here I was, here I’ve stayed

…
Bridge
EmCAmC
There are some days it’s true when I wonder what I might have found
EmCAmC
If I’d just taken that step and turned away from the life handed down
DC
I’d now be a different man I suppose
DC
Could tell a tale or two of some roads that I chose
GDC
But why waste your life thinking about a life not your own?

The paddocks are emptier now the kids have drifted to town
And year by year there’s less chance that the farms will pass down
Sometimes the wind brings the ghosts floating round
And I tell them I tried to honour all that they found

But I just can’t help feeling that I’ve failed somehow
I’m too tired and there’s no one who’ll stay x 2