Follow me child, we're walking out west
Up to the ridge and beyond the crest
Where the thistles grow thick and the autumn breeze sings
Its duet with the lark above on the wing
Follow me child, as the sun rises slow
And bathes the rich fields in the dawn's early glow
The trees not yet cleared, ruddy leaves on the display
And we'll visit our kin at the breaking day
To the stones
To the stones
Follow me child, with your back to the tide
Where the wet grass grows green and the red kestrel flies
That's where we place our unchanging bones
Supported, encircled, protected by stones
To the stones
To the stones
Follow me child, to that long barrow mound
Sitting high on the Ridgeway, the jewel in its crown
If you're ever in need you'll not be alone
There's power and wisdom held there in the stones
To the stones
To the stones
To the stones
