Lyrics - Prologue

I am the son of the virgin rock,
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...

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...

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...