Tekstovi: Jethro Tull. Roots To Branches. Valley.

Wake hard in the morning, see the young girl milking
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone
Old goats and sandstone cracking, all containing
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones

In the long red, red valley
People live here too long
In the long red, red valley
They only sing the valley song

Some bad people living further down the valley
Not easy for us to do good trade
We got snowmelt, snowmelt, sweet water
They got that valley road that they made

In the long red, red valley
People dying here too long
In the long red, red valley
They only sing the valley song

Holding hands on the hillside
Showing love to your brother
Your sister and your mother
But we hate those people down the valley

Anybody seen Moses? Get him off that mountain
Bring back the tablets of stone
It's a wise, wise prophet who keeps his own council
Yeah, leave the other man's wife alone

In the long red, red valley
People living here too long
In the long red, red valley
Only sing the valley song

Holding hands on the hillside
Showing love to your brother
Your sister and your mother
But we hate those people down the valley

Wake hard in the morning, see the young girl milking
Sleepy stream with it's head on a bed of stone
Old goats and sandstone cracking, all containing
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones

In the long red, red valley
People living here too long
In the long red, red valley
They only live the valley song

In the long red, red valley
People dying here too long
In the long red, red valley
They only know the valley song