My grandfather went down with the Montevideo
Rising son took him floating to his rest
And his wife fled south to Sydney seeking out safe harbor
A North Shore matron she became, with some paying guests
In the valley I walk, in the valley I walk, in the valley I walk, who will take me there?
In the valley I walk, cold comfort I can hear you talk, in the valley I walk, who will take me there?
When my mother went down, it was a stiff arm from Hades
In the valley I walk, oh rough justice I hear you talk
In the valley I walk to meet my watershed, to meet my watershed I meet my watershed
I hope virtue brings its own reward and I hope the pen is mightier than any sword
I hope the kids will take it slow, I hope my country claims its own, yes I do
In the valley I walk, I cried, yes I cried, I was down then I crawled
Mercy arms all around me when I was down there
In the valley I walk, do you read me, they can hear me
In the valley