Meet me at the standing stones,
meet me at the old crossroads.
Find me when the light is passing
through doorways of stone.
Where hearts of summer
greet the fire,
where love is conjured
in the fields of home.
Oh may you gather
the dreams of summer,
here among the standing stones
May the love of the sun greet you,
may the road rise to meet you.

Meet me at the standing stones,
meet me at the old crossroads.
Find me when the day is passing
high above the standing stones.
The light of summer
upon the altar,
where petals spiral
from the fields of home.
Oh may you gather
the songs of summer,
may you sing them
among the stones.
May the love of the sun greet you,
may the road rise to meet you.