Down here in the valley

Every shadow you see

has its own story

Down here in te valley

Every puddle of mud

Comes from tears and blood

And it' so hard jut to get warm

That the chill turns into despair



Will you lift me up with tender care?

Will you wash me clean in the palm of

your hands?

Will you hold me close so I can thrive?

When you touch me, that's whe I know

I'm alive



Down here n the valley

Nothing's ableto grow

'Cause the light's too low

Folks spend their days

Digging 'roud for diamons and gold

'Til they just get old

And they don't know anything else

They don't know they are breathing bad air

But I'm tired of living like this

And my soul crie out, "If your there..."



Call me up to your side

Draw me up to your light

Let it blind me

Lord, refine me

Refine me out of my mind