Have you seen the clearing in the wood
Where the sycamore once stood, in its golden glow?
Have you seen the speckles on the ground
Where the fires burnt down, all the saplings sowed?
The moss will overgrow
The moss will overgrow
Have you drunk from water way up high
When its falling from the sky, and its oh-so fresh?
Have you heard the birds singing outside
So beautifully in time, that it takes your breath?
We're not done for yet
We're not done for yet
So put down your paper and turn off theTV
I'll show you something real. I'll show you something free
Theres a place that they don't talk of
You'll find it in their eyes
At the sweetest of hellos and the saddest of goodbyes
No we're not done for yet
We're not done for yet
Have you held the hand of an old friend
When you know its near the end, and the tears come fast?
Memories are all that fill your head
Tears mixed with dread, longing for the past
In Valhalla she will wait
In Valhalla she will wait
So put down your paper and turn off the TV
I'll show you something real. I'll show you something free
Theres a place that they don't talk of
You'll find it in their eyes
At the sweetest of hellos and the saddest of goodbyes
In Valhalla she will wait
In Valhalla she will wait
We're not done for yet
We're not done for yet
In Valhalla she will wait
In Valhalla she will wait