Three kids swing on a rope tyre
Off the rope from the wind break pine
The wind blows from the west
Makes a strange whirring sound
And the willows in the valley they have lost their leaves
The creek has got no water and the church no believers
This valley has a history that aims to deceive us
Sometime soon, sometime soon enough
We'll find a way to where there'll be a quiet place
If you go down to the woods today
What danger or illusion may come you way
It might be an illness or a loss from a gun
It might e cause you flew too close to the sun
Sometime soon, sometime soon enough
We'll find a way to where they'll be a quiet place
Wind it on back
We sit 'neath the water tank the pipes leak and rust and freeze
The wind swirls around us we just roll with the breeze
We walk out past the last fence line to the casuarina trees
We gather round the six of us, same time every year
We drink and talk and laugh
It sometimes ends up in tears
Sometime soon, sometime soon enough
We'll find a way to where there'll be a quiet place