There's a girl down in the valley
And she dreams of being warm
But it's a winter's day in June
The feathers torn from her longcoat
And she sleeps in her mother's bed
She doesn't speak in her own tongue
Some days she just speaks none at all
And she just sees herself a ghost
There's a girl down in the valley
Who doesn't dream much anymore
And when she does it is of torment
Which always comes true after all
She used to dream of being tall
To be a giant in the moonbeams
But she's a wretched little thing
And she gets smaller every day
And when the voices all stop singing
That's when she meets her own small tune
It's out of key and full of misery
And there's no one left to hear it
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 8:24 PM UTC
There's a girl down in the valley
And she dreams of being warm
But it's a winter's day in June
The feathers torn from her longcoat
And she sleeps in her mother's bed
She doesn't speak in her own tongue
Some days she just speaks none at all
And she just sees herself a ghost
There's a girl down in the valley
Who doesn't dream much anymore
And when she does it is of torment
Which always comes true after all
She used to dream of being tall
To be a giant in the moonbeams
But she's a wretched little thing
And she gets smaller every day
And when the voices all stop singing
That's when she meets her own small tune
It's out of key and full of misery
And there's no one left to hear it