Measure the Valleys [Live au palais du peuple]

When the breeze gets to losing ground
Better ask, oh the trees around
When the wind's getting slow
Look at where it's had to go
Go ahead and measure the valleys
Measure the hills

When the brim's nearly dry, dry as a bone yeah
You better count every turn and every stone Lord
When you know where it's been
Take a look at where it's been
Go ahead and measure the valleys
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Measure the hills

When you know how a dream can fade
And how a man comes to be so afraid Lord
When you know where he's been
Take a look at him again
Go ahead and measure the valleys
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Measure the hills

Measure the valleys
Well measure the hills
Measure the valleys
Measure the hills.