I see a candlelight down in the little green valley
where Morning Glory vines are twining round my door.
Oh, how I wish I were there again
down in the little green valley.
That's where my homesick heart will trouble me no more.
There's only one thing ever gives me consolation
and that's the thought that I'll be going back someday.
And every night down upon my knees
I pray the Lord to please take me
back to that little old green valley far away.
I hear a mockingbird down in the little green valley.
He's singing out a song of welcome just for me.
And someone waits by the garden gate
down in the little green valley.
When I get back again
how happy she will be.
And by a little babbling brook once more we'll wander
and in a shady nook we'll dream the hours away
and I will leave all my cares behind,
go where I know I'll find sunshine,
back to that little old green valley far away.
