Elegy for the Brave

There is a deep blue valley,
In the mountains I know,
Where the sky is pure,
And warm breezes blow.

Where the meadow is in bloom,
And the grass is soft,
And green.
And the sunlight sprinkles diamonds,

On a clear flowing stream
A pale young soldier
Is asleep, lying there
With the sun on his brow

And the dew on his hair
Theres a look upon his face
Like a lost and lonely child
As he sleeps upon the meadow

At rest for awhile
He doesn't see the mountains
Or hear the rivers sigh
He doesn't feel the wind

As it whispers
Drifting by
And he'll never see the sorrow
Of the faces

Stained with tears
Or share the passing days
As they turn to years
Oh, the sleeper in the valley

Has found his rest at last
As he lies in peaceful slumber
On the green meadow grass