Midsummer's Eve

From 14/06/2006, one from the back catalogue, as we approach Midsummer. A look at the great trek out of Africa to Northern lands, and the dolmen builders of the stone age.

Midsummer's Eve

The longest day, the shadows creep
On the savannah, after hunting prey
Where our silent vigil, we still keep

Into the unknown, prepare to leap
Northern lands call a different way
The longest day, the shadows creep

Paths not always easy, maybe steep
In the cave, making fire this day
Where our silent vigil, we still keep

The sowing is past, soon time to reap
Stone tombs, offerings, burning hay
The longest day, the shadows creep

A time of sorrow, a time to weep
The dying god came once this way
Where our silent vigil, we still keep

Night falls, darkness calls to sleep
We chant in candlelight and pray
The longest day, the shadows creep
Where our silent vigil, we still keep