The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain
  The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning
  
  The druids gather round and the chants fill the air
  Their echoes resound and the living world stops turning
  
  The magic words are spoken
  As we leave the plain in silence
  Now the circle stands alone
  And the druids turn to stone
  
  The dawn shines its light on Salisbury plain
  The day floods the night with gilded rays of sunshine
  
  The magic words were spoken
  As we left the plain in silence
  Then the circle stood alone
  And the druids turned to stone
  
  The rising sun is dancing on the edges of the stones
  Casting shadows, creeping down the Avenue
  Into the heart of the sarsen trilithons
  
  I marvel at this mystery, beholder of the stars
  A holy temple, a sacred burial ground
  Guarding well its secrets from us all