We are going down the valley one by one, <br />With our faces tow'rd the setting of the sun. <br />Down the valley where the mournful cypress grows, <br />Where the stream of death in silence onward flows. <br /><br />We are going down the valley, going down the valley, <br />going toward the setting of the sun. <br />We are going down the valley, going down the valley, <br />going down the valley one by one. <br /><br />We are going down the valley one by one, <br />When the labors of the weary day are done; <br />One by one, the cares of earth forever past, <br />We shall stand upon the river brink at last. <br /><br />We are going down the valley, going down the valley, <br />going toward the setting of the sun. <br />We are going down the valley, going down the valley, <br />going down the valley one by one.
