Circles
Dance a long dance at dawning
Dance a slow dance at end of day
Sing loudly together in the morning
Shout our names to the Sun as she goes away
These islands are littered with circles
Stone, earthen, timber , large and small
Little stones hidden in moorland heather
Megalith giants standing tall
We are the people of the circles
We are the people of the dawn
You will never understand us
Your link to your ancestors is torn
Dance a long dance at dawning
Dance a slow dance at end of day
Sing loudly together in the morning
Shout our names to the Sun as she goes away
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond