“Strange Paradise”

There’s a strange paradise
Where the hills touch the skies,
A valley that time left alone.
All my dreams, and my tears,
Are just blue souvenirs
Of that strange paradise I call home.
I never have forgotten
The oxen in the fields,
The moonlit ridge,
The covered bridge,
The quaint old spinning wheels.

In that strange paradise
Faith and love never dies,
That’s why I’d give all I own
Just to be there again,
Evermore to remain
With the dear valley folks I have known.

I love that dear old valley,
I know I always will,
Oh! may it stay
Just like today,
A place where time stands still.
Time could not rearrange,
No, it never could change
That strange paradise
I call…home.

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