That came from the stars through the boiling sea
I furnished the land, laid the loam,
I am the lifedust all must be…..
I am the chalkman in the hill
The dodman with the sighting staves
The bearded face in the aloed shroud,
The standing stone by the tumbled graves….
The joker in the old card game
The candle with the relayed flame,
The tinker trading new for old
The travellers tale to tell or told…
The sinner with his weary load
The third man on the western road
I take the path and I peddle time
I am the song that will not rhyme……
THE TRAVELLERS STONE LET IT SWING FREE
TO GUIDE YOU ALONG THE LINES OF FORCE
TAKE TO THE LAND AND FOLLOW THE LEY…………
Follow the nick in the distant hill
The old flash pool that lies in line,
The grove of firs by the old roodstone
To the distant cairn at the end of time……..
Follow the wind on the western rock
The man who smiled beneath the tree
The unknown wraith at the dark crossroads
Take to the land and follow the ley……
By the hill and the dale and the standing stones
By the buried urn with the calcined bones
By the route the birds take on the wing
By the horned cross, the cup, the ring…
From east to west from pole to pole
Gird up your loins, gird up your soul,
Sail your boat on the open sea,
Take to the land and follow the Ley…..
TAKE THE STONE MY MOTHER MADE,
ON A SILKEN THREAD LET IT SWING FREE
TO GUIDE YOU ALONG THE LINES OF FORCE
TAKE TO THE LAND AND FOLLOW THE LEY……
TAKE THE STONE MY MOTHER MADE
THE BLACK LODESTONE THE TRAVELLERS KEY
TAKE YOUR FAITH TO A DISTANT SHORE
TAKE TO THE LAND AND FOLLOW THE LEY……..
