Midlake Follow

Down to the valley
Where the fortunes grow
Down to the free
That gathered holy 'round the fire
That grows so well

On with the laughter
When the work is done
It is what it is
A passing work of human hands
Where faults abound

While the rains would come
While the end was unknown
Nothing had proved too much
No path was solely my own

Nothing filled my mind
Quiet was I
And I was held away
From evil that spoke my name

All he was wanting
Was a bumbling man
I wouldn't go
Wanting only to feel the time
Around me stay

While the rains would come
While the end was unknown
Nothing had proved too much
No path was solely my own

Down to the valley
Where the fortunes grow
Down to the free