Elliott Brood - The Valley Town

When the wind bends the trees
And them clouds are pushin’ east,
Come on inside.
Dry your clothes,
Warm your bones,
Fill your glass and set yourself at ease.

When the dust in your room
Covers all that you do,
Get yourself outside.
Morning train
Is pulling away,
Hear the whistle fade and set yourself at ease.

There's a house by the hill
How I long for her still
My home sweet home
Home Sweet Home.

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If you ever have a chance to see Elliott Brood live... go. One word: go.