When I was leaving the valley "Don't go," they said, "you'll regret your choices." "The source of all that is sacred The true fountain of youth." I must confess that I miss that place The tender feelings it bred Few things in life ever break that wall Though I've turned from it instead I must confess that I miss that place The tender feelings it bred Few things in life ever break that wall, I Often return in my head Everyone comes from the valley And most of us spend our whole life trying To make our way back to its folds The true fountain of youth