Manafon

	There's a man down in the valley
	Who doesn't speak in his own tongue
	He bares a grudge against the
	EnglishA 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