Lyrics:

He lives in a valley where a creek runs by him

Every single day

Nothing's around to tempt or try him

Or get in his way



Walkin' back from the morning sunrise

High on top of his hill

Looking out over the peace in his valley

Is the best feeling that he can feel



From the tree tops way down far below

He can hear a joyous ringing singing

It's in the rafters

You can hear it blow

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da



'Standing in the Dark' was his name when I met him

Shining by his own golden rule

Go where you want son and stay where you have to

Everybody's somebody's fool



There's a pounding light coming out of the sky

And it wants to take us into the air

And set us down on a cloud passing by

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da

(Harp solo)



Don't you try to ask him

He'll just start to laugh and

Never tell you what he really knows

Try to sit and listen

You'll end up singing with him

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da

(Guitar solo)



From the tree tops way down far below

You can hear a joyous ringing singing

It's in the rafters

You can hear it blow

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da

La, la, la, la, de, dum, da





Lyrics are copyright 1976, Michael Granda