Текст песни Peace in the Valley Once Again - Christy Moore
                                                When 
                                                They 
                                                close 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                shopping 
                                                Mall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crickets 
                                                will 
                                                sing 
                                                through 
                                                crumbling 
                                                walls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Termites 
                                                will 
                                                eat 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                doors
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                rabbits 
                                                hop 
                                                round 
                                                the 
                                                shop 
                                                floors
 
                                    
                                
                                                Empty 
                                                shelves 
                                                will 
                                                swarm 
                                                with 
                                                bees
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cash 
                                                machines 
                                                will 
                                                sprout 
                                                weeds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lizards 
                                                will 
                                                crawl 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                parking 
                                                lot
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                birds 
                                                fly 
                                                around 
                                                empty 
                                                shops
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                Peace 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley 
                                                once 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wild 
                                                flowers 
                                                will 
                                                grow 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                mannequins
 
                                    
                                
                                                Painting 
                                                them 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                leafy 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                plastic 
                                                eyes 
                                                will 
                                                fall 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                gathered 
                                                by 
                                                wild 
                                                boar
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mirrors 
                                                will 
                                                crack 
                                                in 
                                                half
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                wild 
                                                horses 
                                                gallop 
                                                past
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wild 
                                                doves 
                                                will 
                                                build 
                                                their 
                                                nests
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                escalator 
                                                steps
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                Peace 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley 
                                                once 
                                                again
 
                                    
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