I took a week or so
Away from the cold and snow
Down to a Place I know
Below the Valley- o

Where the music flows
Just like your radio
I never care who knows
‘cause everything must go

Say you will be mine
Until the end of time
Until the Stars align
My Pretty Valentine

Where the warm wind blows
There grows honey-suckle rose
And the time just slows
Like still water froze

Where the music flows
Not like talk radio
I never care who knows
'cause everything must go

What you ready to do
What you ready to do