Have you seen the clearing in the wood Where the sycamore once stood, in its golden glow? Have you seen the speckles on the ground Where the fires burnt down, all the saplings sowed? The moss will overgrow The moss will overgrow Have you drunk from water way up high When its falling from the sky, and its oh-so fresh? Have you heard the birds singing outside So beautifully in time, that it takes your breath? We're not done for yet We're not done for yet So put down your paper and turn off theTV I'll show you something real. I'll show you something free Theres a place that they don't talk of You'll find it in their eyes At the sweetest of hellos and the saddest of goodbyes No we're not done for yet We're not done for yet Have you held the hand of an old friend When you know its near the end, and the tears come fast? Memories are all that fill your head Tears mixed with dread, longing for the past In Valhalla she will wait In Valhalla she will wait So put down your paper and turn off the TV I'll show you something real. I'll show you something free Theres a place that they don't talk of You'll find it in their eyes At the sweetest of hellos and the saddest of goodbyes In Valhalla she will wait In Valhalla she will wait We're not done for yet We're not done for yet In Valhalla she will wait In Valhalla she will wait