Long ago ran the sun on a folk who had a dream And the heart and the will and the power: They moved earth; they carved stone; molded hill and channeled stream That we might stand on the wide plains of Wiltshire Now men asked who they were, how they built and wonder why That they wrought standing stones of such size What was done beneath our shade? What was prayed beneath our skies As we stood on the wide plains of Wiltshire Oh what secrets we could tell if you'd listen and be still Rid the stink and the noise from our skirts But you haven't got the clue and perhaps you never will Mute we stand on the cold plains of Wiltshire Still we loom in the mists as the ages roll away And we say of our folk, "they are here!" That they built us and they died and you'll not be knowing why Save we stand on the bare plains of WiltshireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
