When I was a young man I used to dress so neat.nMany hearts beat faster as I walked down the street.nThen as I grew older the women had their fill,n‘Till the only heart that beat was mine as I came down the hill.nnWalking a valley that never saw the sunnStep by the stones where the icy waters runnStand in a church where the village choir once sangnAnd run along the pathway where the dead man used to hang.nnYou take the road, the road you took before,nOne by the rocks where the river leaves the moor.nI’ll take the road where the hill and forest meet,nWhere the fallen flowers hide the stones that wait to trip your feet.nnWalking a valley that never saw the sunnStep by the stones where the icy waters runnStand in a church where the village choir once sangnAnd run along the pathway where the dead man used to hang.nnThe trees of the forest, the rocks all around,nSaw me swing my haversack as I raced gaily down.nThe badger in the bushes, the fox in his lair,nHeard me give a woop and cry as I fell through the air.nnWalking a valley that never saw the sunnStep by the stones where the icy waters runnStand in a church where the village choir once sangnAnd run along the pathway where the dead man used to hang.nnWaking in the forest, beneath the spreading pine,nI saw my body hanging like a shirt upon a line.nThe vines crept up my fingers where they had come to restnAnd in my open mouth the wild beasts came to build their nest.nnWalking a valley that never saw the sunnStep by the stones where the icy waters runnStand in a church where the village choir once sangnAnd run along the pathway where the dead man used to hang.nnMany ages later the village people came,nTook me from my resting place and tied up my remainsnIn an old sheet blanket they bore me down t’hill,nMy corpse is in a far-off grave but I remain here still.nnWalking a valley that never saw the sunnStep by the stones where the icy waters runnStand in a church where the village choir once sangnAnd run along the pathway where the dead man used to hang.