Softly, in the valley,
Where a boy and girl lay,
a thunderstorm began to brew,
much to their dismay,
Together they tried to run,
but you can't outrun fate,
then his hand slipped out of hers,
by then it was too late

She searched and searched,
but it seemed he was gone,
"Oh why had I insisted he come along,
now the two of us are on our own!",
She spoke to herself, because he was gone.

She walked through the valley,
so overcome with gloom,
and feared that nighttime,
would fall upon her soon,
Again she called out his name,
with tears in her eyes,
but she couldn't even hear herself,
over the strong storm sighs,
Underneath a giant oak tree,
she took shelter and started to wait,
the darkness and wind together again,
reminded her, you can't fight fate.