Swelling Valley Lyrics & Chords By John Greaves

Every valley swells up and turns
Black with desire
To be the last frontier
Desire is

Abalone and Silver Bow
Cowboy towns
Swell like bell-metal
For the sheer hell of it

This is not all pleasure
Either:
Make my crooked straight
My rough places plain

No frontier
No matter how rough
Includes itself as data

Which brings us to the desert
We swelter in
No plain was ever rougher
Nothing plainer