"In a Gardened land, there lays a place, nestled tween two hills...
and a river runs through the valley there, always has and always will...
Oh with a falcon's cry and a strong oak's side, though battered and a bit torn
I'll know the place that calls to me, and wake inside one morn.
"O Rivervale, wait for me, I'll get to you from the sea and Perhaps place down my oars
A place Stormy shields, and Mountain stone, and Hearth fires that keep me warm.
Rivervale, Rivervale, don't dim your light.
I'll walk the woods behind you, and show up the door some night."
"Where dogs of white guard the porch, and knights and rovers dwell
there's a story waiting, a story of home
and there I hope to dwell"
“O Rivervale, wait for me, I'll get to you from the sea and Perhaps place down my oars
A place of Stormy shields, and Mountain stone, and Hearth fires that me would warm.
Rivervale, Rivervale, don't dim your light.
I'll walk the woods behind you, and show up the door some night."
"There are folks who love me in Rivervale, waiting there for me.
And so I'll go there, save and warm, Father Mountain, Mother Storm..."