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      The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain   The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning      The magic words are spoken   As we leave the plain in silence   Now the circle stands alone   And the druids turn to stone