20 July 2012
The cold wind blows from the south We stand strong against its battering breath We have been standing here for thousands of years It seems like an age since we were dragged from the hills
Some of us beaten by the hands of time The scars visible on our Saracen stone They tried to break us, but we remain here in the fabric of the buildings and the land We stand tall and proud
We have seen many things in our life We see many things that people don't That's our mystery and it's our secret to keep
People come and go Animals graze round our pastures They gather in wonder at our existence We have no heart but we feel everything That's our enigma, our magic
Soon they'll be here, the gathering The fire will burn bright, the stars will align with the sun We have no astrological significance but they will chant, they will sing When the dawn comes they will embrace their pagan god
We stand and watch in silence Have they really felt and seen what we did They leave their offering to us of crystals, and gemstones
Still we stand tall and proud Our circle will never be broken We are sacred We are the silent circle
Silent Circle • Opuss № I