Eighth Valley Wind

EIGHTH VALLEY WIND

SPOKEN: When I was a young man, not so very long ago, My father told me a story of how life was, and he likened life to passing through a series of valleys, each one different than the others.
The first valley was childhood; a happy valley filled with the joy of the learning of new things and the innocence of the very young.
The second was youth, The "teenaged" valley.
The third valley is manhood;
The fourth valley is the love of a man for his woman. and it overlaps into
The fifth valley, fatherhood.
The sixth valley is middle age, when a man starts to feel the years come over him.
The seventh valley is old age, where a man looks at his past, mulls over his mistakes and successes and is hopefully contented with his life as he lived it. Then my father looked at me and said, "And son, there is another valley"

I hear the whinin' and the cryin' of the eighth valley wind
I hear the moanin' of that old black wind
I hear the whinin' and cryin' of the eighth valley wind
I've had a good life, but it's time for it to end.

My childhood was happy, I had quite a few friends
But now I hear the sound of the eighth valley wind
When I was a teen, I couldn't wait for it to end
And I couldn't hear the sound of the eighth valley wind

And when I grew up and thought I was a man
I never thought I'd hear that eighth valley wind
And I found a good woman, we made a good blend
And now she's a-listenin' to that eighth valley wind

And I had me two sons who'll grow up to be good men
And never fear the sound of the eighth valley wind
In my middle age, I waited for my soul to mend
Because I had felt the touch of the eighth valley wind.

And now I'm old... Ah, to be young again....
But you can't fight the sound of the eight valley wind.