Garden Valley

GARDEN VALLEY
  (Dougie MacLean)

This is really not my home
oh
where are you my love?
I’m afraid and all alone
there is
no peace for me

I’m sitting in the stranger’s room
playing
at the stranger’s table
shining empty like the moon
there is no
peace for me

but in the darkness struggle cold
I think
about a garden valley
gentle as the leaves unfold
singing out
along the Tay
distant and so far away
there is no peace for me

I’m blinded by you city lights
I wander through these fearful
places
the colours fade to black and white
there is no peace for
me

And these are not the friends I know
these are not
their smiling faces
a desert that no-one should know
there is no
peace for me

Now I know and feel it well
poor
immigrant’s deep sunken feeling
standing at the gates of hell
there
is no peace for me

Burned out by their masters’ greed
cruel
exile transportation
robbed of every love and need
there is no
peace for me

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Alone in a sea of spinifex.
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