A Circle of Stones Lyrics

A Circle of Stones

Dragged to this place

From the hills in the west

Raised up and revered

Worshipped and blessed

Five thousand years

In the sun and the rain

A circle of stones

On a windswept plain

Mystics and shamen

And soothsayers came

To map and to measure

To seek to explain

To watch the sunrise

On a midsummer's day

But the stones keep their secrets

And give nothing away

A high soaring tower

Or a palace of gold

Our symbols of power

And the riches we hold

But in five thousand years

Which of them will remain

Like the circle of stones

On a windswept plain