Down In The Valley Of Hollow Logs

Down in the valley of hollow logs

Two lovers lay in the weeds

Safe in the net of their sweaty arms

Safe from the wind in the trees

My love, said the boy, you're the clear blue sky

You're the air I gulp to breathe

I feel you rushing through my veins

Like the wind rushing through the trees

My love, said the girl, you're my secret pearl

You're a string of tiny glass beads

You're a burning star I keep in a jar

Safe from the wind in the trees

Down in the valley of hollow logs

Two lovers lay back in the weeds

Listening to the howl of hunting dogs

And the wind howling through the trees

Then insects ran for the underbrush

As the wind fills the air with dead leaves

And every stone turned slowly to dust

As the wind tore through the tees

So the young girl pierced her lily-white breast

Her blood poured over dark weeds

A silver dagger through her burning heart

Cold as the wind in the trees

So the boy picked up the bloody knife

And stove it through the chest

Farewell, farewell to the wind and the trees

I'll die with the one I love best