Garden Valley - Cara Dillon

This is really not my home

Oh where are you my lovely Jenny?

I’m afraid and all alone

There is no peace for me

And I’m sitting in the stranger’s room

Playing at the stranger’s table

Shining empty like the moon

There is no peace for me

But in the darkness struggle cold

I think about a garden valley

Gentle as the leaves unfold

Singing out along the Tay

Distant and so far away

There is no peace for me

I’m blinded by your city lights

I wander through these fearful places

The colours fade to black and white

There is no peace for me

And these are not the friends I know

These are not their smiling faces

A desert that no-one should know

There is no peace for me

But in the darkness struggle cold

I think about a garden valley

Gentle as the leaves unfold

Singing out along the Tay

Distant and so far away

There is no peace for me

Now I know and feel it well

Poor immigrants' deep sunken feeling

Standing at the gates of Hell

There is no peace for me

Burned out by their master’s greed

Cruel exile transportation

Robbed of every love and need

There is no peace for me

But in the darkness struggle cold

I think about a garden valley

Gentle as the leaves unfold

Singing out along the Tay

Distant and so far away

There is no peace for me