Fortune Lyrics - 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