
Fern Valley
musicfan19d7fd8f· 3:26 · 9 plays · v3-preview
- early 1970s
- earth
- folk rock
- rock
- acoustic guitar
- raw
- unplugged
Lyrics
Verse 1
Morning mist rolls down the ridge line slow
Down past the fence posts where the brambles grow
I packed my boots and I packed my bread
Left the city noise on the other side of the road
Pre-Chorus
And the river keeps on running
Through the stones and through the years
And I keep on coming back here
To remember who I am
Chorus
Fern Valley calls me home again
Where the old oak bends against the wind
Fern Valley where the ground is soft and true
And the sun comes burning through
Verse 2
Sister Mary said the fields were turning gold
I said I'd see them when the summer finally rolled
She left a jar of honey by the cabin door
And a note that said we never needed any more
Pre-Chorus
And the river keeps on singing
Through the moss and through the rain
And I keep on coming back here
To wash away the strain
Chorus
Fern Valley calls me home again
Where the old oak bends against the wind
Fern Valley where the ground is soft and true
And the sun comes burning through
Bridge
Sometimes I think about the road I chose
The miles of gravel and the hills of dust
But every time the winter gets me low
I see the valley waiting and I trust
Chorus
Fern Valley calls me home again
Where the old oak bends against the wind
Fern Valley where the ground is soft and true
And the sun comes burning through
Outro
Fern Valley
Fern Valley
Burning through
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