Ring Of Stones - Magna Carta

The painted face of evening

shrouds the sleeping day

And voices in the twilight

murmur low

The trees that lean toward the sky

shake their weathered bones

And timeless magic lingers here

among the ring of stones

Like circles on the water

beneath the rising moon

The churchbell tolls the fading notes

of time

A fallen king of long ago

sleeps the years alone

And a night wind hums a requiem

among the ring of stones

And on a stairway to Valhallah

its steps of burning gold

With a servant of a lifetime at his side

with a dagger and a coat of steel

to see him on his way,

on his way

Diana sails her sea of cloud

above her silver bowl

The spirits of the darkness

fill the air

And me I’m just a travelling boy

many miles from home

And they say the Devil walks the road

beneath the ring of stones