“Down in the valley, dying of thirst When I'm down in the valley It seems that I'm at my worst My consolation is that You baptized this earth Well, down in the valley, valleys fill first

It's like that long Saturday Between Your death and the rising day When no one wrote a word Wondered is this the end But You were down there in the well Saving those that fell Bringing them to the mountain again…”

Valleys fill first, Caedmon’s Call.