Into the morning rises the sun,
After the evening rites are done.
Ages ago they sought to stop all worship but their one,
But we are here, despite them, in circles we are one.
Round the stones we went before their time,
Once again we look into the sky;
See us in the moonlight, as the years slip by;
We are kindred souls before the moon.
See us in the moonlight, as the years slip by;
We are kindred souls before the moon.