In a green hollow
Where a river sings
Tiny valley
Bluebells ring
There's a young soldier
Under the cloud
His mouth is open
And the light rains down
And the light rains down
And the crows come 'round
To the two red holes
In his right side, oh
In his right side, oh
Sleeping in the sun
His hand on his breast
Labor this night
The blue water cries
He's just a kid
And he never knew
He would be a sleeper in the valley so soon
So soon, so soon
And the crows they swoon
At the two red holes
In his right side, oh
So soon, so soon
Now the crows they swoon
At the two red holes
In his right side, oh
In his right side, oh
Where a river sings
Tiny valley
Bluebells ring
There's a young soldier
Under the cloud
His mouth is open
And the light rains down
And the light rains down
And the crows come 'round
To the two red holes
In his right side, oh
In his right side, oh
Sleeping in the sun
His hand on his breast
Labor this night
The blue water cries
He's just a kid
And he never knew
He would be a sleeper in the valley so soon
So soon, so soon
And the crows they swoon
At the two red holes
In his right side, oh
So soon, so soon
Now the crows they swoon
At the two red holes
In his right side, oh
In his right side, oh
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