Down in the Wooded Valley.
By Andrew Hide
Down in the Wooded Valley, where the sun can hardly shine, along the little brook, next to the old tin mine. The daffodils are pushing through, last years fallen leafs, new plans by mother nature, lie stirring just beneath. This is where the pixies live, and fairies come to dance, and elfs sit in wonder, as the unicorn starts to prance. This is where the trolls once built a magic bed, for an ancient dragon to lay his majestic head. All these things have come to pass, just as I've told you so, and if you ever come here, then you'll truly know. This is a magic place here, where the sun can hardly shine, down in the wooded valley, next to the old tin mine. Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 11:32 PM PST, Andrew Hide 0 • 2
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