Los Lobos

In ancient times
To a place so far away
Across the land
Where the earth was
As tough as clay
Looked at their hands
Looked all around
And they seemed pleased
At what they had found
Here in the valley
Bread on the table
Work through the day
For as long as we are able
Green is the valley
Blue is the night
Out of the shadows
Into the light
They could have gone
But instead they chose to stay
To watch the clouds way up high
As they turned to gray