| Song | The Wolves & The Ravens |
| Artist | Rogue Valley |
| Album | The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty (Music From And Inspired By The Motion Picture) |
| [00:16.22] | In the morning by the sea |
| [00:20.36] | As the fog clears from the sand |
| [00:24.56] | I have no money in my hand |
| [00:28.57] | I have no home, I have no land |
| [00:32.89] | But it doesn’t trouble me |
| [00:37.08] | As I lay beside the fire |
| [00:41.30] | I am easy to inspire |
| [00:45.46] | There is little I require |
| [00:49.76] | I wasn’t yours and you weren’t mine |
| [00:53.92] | Though I’ve wished from time to time |
| [00:58.05] | We had found a common ground |
| [01:02.32] | Your voice was such a welcome sound |
| [01:06.36] | How the emptiness would fill |
| [01:10.58] | With the waves and with your song |
| [01:14.79] | People find where they belong |
| [01:19.11] | Or keep on |
| [01:35.68] | Through the never-ending maze |
| [01:39.84] | Where the way is seldom clear |
| [01:44.10] | There is no map or compass near |
| [01:47.62] | I drive a ship I cannot steer |
| [01:52.39] | Through the bleak and early morn |
| [01:56.53] | Where a stronger will is sworn |
| [02:00.79] | Where the moments move so slow |
| [02:04.98] | And seem to never let you go |
| [02:09.10] | When my hands are old and ache |
| [02:13.26] | And my memory flickers dim |
| [02:17.54] | And my bones don’t hold my skin |
| [02:21.72] | There’s no place I haven’t been |
| [02:25.91] | I recall the days were few |
| [02:30.03] | That is all that I can do |
| [02:34.27] | Feel the carvings in the tree |
| [02:38.43] | That gives shade for you and me |
| [02:44.75] |
| [00:16.22] | In the morning by the sea |
| [00:20.36] | As the fog clears from the sand |
| [00:24.56] | I have no money in my hand |
| [00:28.57] | I have no home, I have no land |
| [00:32.89] | But it doesn' t trouble me |
| [00:37.08] | As I lay beside the fire |
| [00:41.30] | I am easy to inspire |
| [00:45.46] | There is little I require |
| [00:49.76] | I wasn' t yours and you weren' t mine |
| [00:53.92] | Though I' ve wished from time to time |
| [00:58.05] | We had found a common ground |
| [01:02.32] | Your voice was such a welcome sound |
| [01:06.36] | How the emptiness would fill |
| [01:10.58] | With the waves and with your song |
| [01:14.79] | People find where they belong |
| [01:19.11] | Or keep on |
| [01:35.68] | Through the neverending maze |
| [01:39.84] | Where the way is seldom clear |
| [01:44.10] | There is no map or compass near |
| [01:47.62] | I drive a ship I cannot steer |
| [01:52.39] | Through the bleak and early morn |
| [01:56.53] | Where a stronger will is sworn |
| [02:00.79] | Where the moments move so slow |
| [02:04.98] | And seem to never let you go |
| [02:09.10] | When my hands are old and ache |
| [02:13.26] | And my memory flickers dim |
| [02:17.54] | And my bones don' t hold my skin |
| [02:21.72] | There' s no place I haven' t been |
| [02:25.91] | I recall the days were few |
| [02:30.03] | That is all that I can do |
| [02:34.27] | Feel the carvings in the tree |
| [02:38.43] | That gives shade for you and me |
| [02:44.75] |