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Mist lay upon the valley
Before the break of day
Covering the winding river
And the stones of weathered grey
No path could cross the hillside
No distant tower appeared
Only the sound of moving water
Through the silence that remained
Along the ancient riverbank
The reeds bent with the breeze
And the valley kept its stories
Hidden among the trees
The morning came in silver
Without a single word
While somewhere in the distance
A lonely whistle could be heard
Valley of mist
River of stone
Valley of mist
Ancient and alone
The clouds moved through the highlands
Slowly toward the sea
And the water carried old songs
No living voice could keep
The hills stood watching quietly
As they had always done
Beneath the drifting shadows
And the pale and hidden sun
Valley of mist
River of stone
Valley of mist
Ancient and alone
The mist remains
