Menhir Magic
Mother earth, bless sacred ground
Farmers we, pray bless our toil
Chanting, circle round and round
Our menhir standing firm in soil
Sun marking shadow on the sand
Sky gods, oh, pray descend in light
Our menhir linking sky and land
Sea and sand and shell in sight
Moonlight casting shadows long
Now we walk the paths of dead
Between the stones, a simple song
Drink the mead, and break our bread
Come spirits of the earth and sky
And let our magic soar and fly
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