When first I got lost in their Valley they came to me singing I would have died then if not for the water and nuts they kept bringing And when I recovered I heard all the village bells ringing As the sun rose o´er the hill I was serving still My heart and will. But then once again I needed their help so I came back. But I couldn’t get lost there again though I followed the same track. There were no birds at sight, so I decided I might burn my name-tag But I could not get lost so until I ceased to feel My heart and will. And after it rained these birds came to help: I lay self-blind. Then in their most careful way they pecked all the blindness off my eye. And I made no move lest Id scare them away and we’ll all die Because they’d starve in their homes on the hills And I wouldn’t be breathing still Against my heart and will.