Back to the Valley

Driftin’ through the city haze

Clockin’ hours, countin’ days

Then a letter from the past

Pulled me home at last

Grandpa’s farm, all overgrown

But the wind still calls it home

Rusted tools, broken gate

Hope and soil can’t be late

Sunrise paints the rolling hills

Crickets hum and time stands still

Every morning brings a chance

To learn the rhythm of the land

Back to the valley, where the wild seeds grow

Where hearts find healing in the afterglow

From Joja chains to skies so wide

I found my freedom on the countryside

Met a miner deep in stone

Fisher casting dreams alone

Danced with Leah in the rain

Carved her stories into grain

Seasons turn like old LPs

Melodies in orchard breeze

Under starlit summer skies

Love and roots begin to rise

Back to the valley, where the wild seeds grow

Where hearts find healing in the afterglow

From Joja chains to skies so wide

I found my freedom on the countryside

And when the winter blankets fields in white

We gather near the firelight

Sharing tales and harvest wine

Together, we rewrite the time

Back to the valley, where the wild seeds grow

Where hearts find healing in the afterglow

From Joja chains to skies so wide

I found my freedom on the countryside

Yeah, I found my freedom

On the countryside