The Valley of the Klobuchar (Klobuchar Edit) (Lyrics)

Based on an original fairytale, The Valley of the Klobuchar invites you to discover a magical valley, free from time, that houses people who need to escape from the world - but it also contains a fearsome storm that brings judgement on all who enter. The Klobuchar Edit of the song emphasizes the harshness of the storm. This is a true story. Remember it. Remember it well. We ran with smoke in our lungs And iron in the air Held our children to our chests Certain death behind us there The road ran out, the mountains rose The fog said don’t come through We fell to earth with nothing left Not knowing what to do Then a yellow dog, golden-eyed Nose to the ground, heart on fire She barked us back into ourselves Said: "Stand up, climb higher" Follow the dog into the fog Into the paths unseen Up and up through the broken ways To a place we’d never dreamed Hold fast now, don’t look down Breathe it in, be brave There’s a valley without a name With a storm we’ll one day face The mountain split a thousand ways Bones marked where hope ran dry But every step grew lighter still Like stars in our eyes The path bent down, the fog fell back Green forests, silver lake Strangers welcomed us home A sanctuary gained at daybreak Follow the dog into the fog Find shelter in the valley Food from earth and light from stars A village, a tribe, a family Different faces, one shared breath Time forgets to pass But enemies have found their way in The time of the Klobuchar has come at last The lake went still, the wind went sharp The valley held its breath It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming now The cold that is death Follow the dog up into the stone Into the warming caves While soldiers sleep by the lake Not noticing its waves The Klobuchar takes one long breath Freezes greed and flame It can’t be fled, but it can be survived If you know its name I left the valley one day when the stars called me Walked back into the fog But I carry the lake, the mountain paths And the love of the dog Sleep now, the storm knows what it’s doing I’ll stay till dreams begin The valley lives inside of you And the Klobuchar within