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Down in Sunday Valley,

where the trees are green,

and the water’s blue,

deep in the forest,

listening to the rain,

and getting lost,

so deep in the wild,

you’ll never go to town again.

and from the forest glen,

I can see my heaven,

but I don’t mind,

because in Sunday Valley,

Monday never comes.