Thoughts we have and what we know
Words left unsaid have value too
Time comes along, brings words anew
What's been said is etched in stone
Up in the hills for us alone
In this valley there's much to do
I look up there and think of you
We form words in picture form
To help us through, and brave the storm
They speak aloud without a sound
Give us peace when we lay down
What's been said is etched in stone
Up in the hills for us alone
In this valley there's much to do
I look up there and think of you
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