Promanguy1223

When I take you to the valley, you will see the blue hills on the left and the blue hills on the right. The rainbow and vineyards under the rainbow late in the rainy season, and then you'll say, "There it is, that's it." But I will say, "A little farther, we'll go on, I hope." And you'll see the roofs of the little towns, in the hillsides yellow with wild oats. The buzzards soaring and a woman singing by the shadows of a creek in the dry season. And maybe you'll say, "Lets stop here, this is it.' And I'll say, "A little farther yet." And we will go on, and you'll hear the quail calling on the mountain by the springs of the river, and looking back, you'll see the river running downward through the wild hills behind below. And you'll say, "Isn't that the valley?" And all I will be able to say is, "Drink this water of this spring, rest here awhile, we have a long way yet to go and I can't go without you."