In the middle of an island floating somewhere in the sea
There’s a heart made of ivy, light and green, and water
And the birdsong in the stillness as the dusk begins to fall
Ushers in to the world a place of dreams
And peace descends on Holy Vale
In the darkness there is movement there is growth and life and play
And decay as the old becomes the newly born
In the darkness there is movement and decay
In the moonlight there’s a cold light on the leaves and wood
In the middle of an island floating somewhere in the sea
Holy Vale, Holy Vale
And the light, and the dark, Holy Vale
And the sun rise brings a new day giving colour to the trees
As it breathes in the magic of the dawn
The place of the heart
Holy Vale
