The time I think most clearly
   The time I drift away
   Is on the busride that meanders
   Up these valleys of green and grey
   I get to think about what might have been
   And what may yet come true
   And I get to pass a rainy mile
   Thinking of you
  
   And all the while, all the while
   I still hear that call
   To the land of gold and poison
   That beckons to us all
  
   Nothing changes here very much
   I guess you'd say it never will
   The pubs are all full on Friday nights
   And things get started stillWe spent hours last week with Billy boy
   Bleeding, yeah queueing in consualtyStaring at those posters we used to laugh at
   Never never land, palm trees by the sea
  
   Well there was no need for those guys
   To hurt him so bad
   When all they had to do
   Was knock him down
   But no one asks to many questions like that anymore
   Since you left this town
  
   CHORUS:
   And tomorrow brings another train
   Another young brave steals away
   But you're the one I remember
   From these valleys of green and the grey
  
   You used to talk about winners and losers
   All the time - as if that was all there wasAs if we were not of the same blood family
   As if we live by different laws
   Do you owe so much less to these
   Rain swept hills
   Than you owe to your good self
   Is it true that the world has always got
   To be something that always seems
   To happen - somewhere else
   For God's sake don't you realise
   That I still hear that call
   Do you think you're so brave
   Just to go running
   To that wicked beckons to us all
  
   CHORUS:And tomorrow brings another train
   Another young brave ...
  
   No, not for one secondDid you look behind you
   As you were walking away
   Never once did you wish any of us well
   Those who had chosen to stay
   And if that's what it takes to make it
   In the place that you live today
   Then I guess you'll never read these
   Letters that I send From the valleys of the green and the grey