Fortune - Midlake

Down to the valley where the fortunes grow

Down to the free

That gathered holy ‘round the fire that grows so well

On with the laughter when the work is done

It is what it is

A passing work of human hands where faults abound

While the rains would come

While the end was unknown

Nothing had proved too much

No path was solely my own

Most of the daylight nothing filled my mind

Quiet was I

And I was held away from evil that spoke my name

All he was wanting was a bumbling man

I wouldn’t go

Wanting only to feel the time around me stay