Brass Ring - In The Valley Below

Your daddy was tall, he fought in the war

Your mama was wild, she never came home

And I was a distant daughter

Me and my friends slept with the stones

By the light of the lake, with luck in our bones

And I was the man in the moon

We’ll swing, swing from the brass ring

We will never be this young again

Take me there again one day

Let the cold water come and wash it away

On the Russian, the Russian River

We’ll swing, swing from the brass ring

We will never be this young again