Here among the stones
older than memory,
rhythyms of sun
moon and stars.
Here among the stones
we walk in the footsteps,
walked in a memory
in a lifetime afar.

Roses may wither
And triumphs may fade,
for dreams of spring
must find autumns grey.
Winds may come,
and dim shadows may call,
here under the sun
when the sickle must fall

Here among the stones
old as the moon,
we light the candle
of a harvest to come.
Here among the stones
we walk in the presence,
of pillars old
upon dreamings young.

Here among the stones,
oh here upon this earth,
ages have passed
on dreams of rebirth.
Here under the sun
when the last rose is red,
dreaming of a harvest
when all shall be fed.