"Elegy For The Brave" lyrics - WILLIAM SHATNER

There is a deep blue valley
In the mountains I know
Where the sky is pure
And warm breezes blow
Where the meadow is in bloom
And the grass is soft and green
And the sunlight sprinkles diamonds
On a clear flowing stream

A pale young soldier
Is asleep, lying there
With the sun on his brow
And the dew on his hair
There's a look upon his face
Like a lost and lonely child
As he sleeps upon the meadow
At rest for awhile

He doesn't see the mountains
Or hear the rivers sigh
He doesn't feel the wind
As it whispers drifting by
And he'll never see the sorrow
Of the faces stained with tears
Or share the passing days
As they turn to years

Oh, the sleeper in the valley
Has found his rest at last
As he lies in peaceful slumber
On the green meadow grass