There is a deep blue valley In the mountains I know Where the sky is pure And warm breezes blow Where the meadow is in bloom And the grass is soft And green And the sunlight sprinkles diamonds On a clear flowing stream A pale young soldier Is asleep, lying there With the sun on his brow And the dew on his hair There's a look upon his face Like a lost and lonely child As he sleeps upon the meadow At rest for awhile He doesn't see the mountains Or hear the rivers sigh He doesn't feel the wind As it whispers Drifting by And he'll never see the sorrow Of the faces Stained with tears Or share the passing days As they turn to years Oh, the sleeper in the valley Has found his rest at last As he lies in peaceful slumber On the green meadow grass