I remember vividly a phrase from an old gospel song, My parents weren't JWs, and my dad was an oilfield roughneck in the early 1950s in South Louisiana. Following the jobs, the oil rig on which he worked was taken down and set up again every 3-6 weeks, so we lived in a trailer most of the 1950s.
Traveling mostly at night I'd fall asleep in the car, sometimes to that tune playing on the radio. An idea stands out in my memory from back then: a beautiful valley where peope were picking peas. In rural North Louisiana, where I'm from, gardens with pea vines or bushes were common as well as pea patches if there an elderly person could care for little more than a small patch. Here's what I heard as I fell asleep picking peas in the valley:
PEAS in the Valley
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary
But I must go alone
'Til the Lord comes and calls
Calls me away, oh yes
Well, the morning's so bright
And the lamp is alight
And the night
Night is as black as the sea, oh yes
There will be PEAS in the valley for me, some day
There will be PEAS in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
There'll be no sadness, no sorrow
No trouble, trouble I see
There will be PEAS in the valley for me
Well the bear will be gentle
And the wolves will be tame
And the lion shall lay down
By the lamb, oh yes
And the beasts from the wild
Shall be lit by a child
And I'll be changed
Changed from this creature that I am, oh yes
There will be PEAS in the valley for me, some day
There will be PEAS in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
There'll be no sadness, no sorrow
Oh my Lord, no trouble, trouble I see
There will be PEAS in the valley for me, for me