Duncan and Peter are best friends it seems
In ten years of life they have sketched out their dreams
And they've yet to pay mind to the movement of time
Each morning they roll down the hill to the stream

Hunting for butterflies, spiders and frogs
Stepping on stones, crossing on logs
They both know it well it's a live fairy tale
It's leprechauns, folk songs, and old Santa Clause

In Blooming Grove Valley the stars shine so bright
Duncan and Pete camp out each Friday night
For it's in every man to sleep out on the land
They unroll their bag on the Willow Pass Height

They lie in the air and towards the sky stare
The speak of the future yet preach unaware
They never pay mass to the ventures of past
As for things left down stream they just haven't a care

In Blooming Grove Valley children stare at the stars
Teens do their courting in the back seats of cars
Wives watch the news, their husbands all snooze
While single men drink and toast stories in bars

For Duncan & Peter their futures look fine
They know not what they're missing
So they'll never pay mind
They'll live in the shell of this live fairy tale
And roll down the hill to the stream in their time

Down Down Down in Blooming Grove Valley