David Sylvian Manafon
There's a man down in the valley
Who doesn't speak in his own tongue
He bares a grudge against the English
A tune to which his songs are sung
There's a man down in the valley
Who is moving back in time
It's a physical ascension
You can watch him as he climbs.
The farmers' wives are at thier windows
They've seen him wind his way for hours
They tell the kids to lower their voices
And pretend that they are out
There's a man down in the valley
Trying to stop time in its tracks
His boots lie heavy on the grasses
But it keeps on pushing back
And his wife, she was a painter
But now she stains the alter black
He's out bird watching on the islands
And she wishes he'd come back
There's a man down in the valley
And he dreams of moving worlds
Of battles raged against the fury
That might see him at his best
There's a man down in the valley
Don't know his right foot from his left
Don't know his right foot from his left
