Follow me child, we're walking out west Up to the ridge and beyond the crest Where the thistles grow thick and the autumn breeze sings Its duet with the lark above on the wing Follow me child, as the sun rises slow And bathes the rich fields in the dawn's early glow The trees not yet cleared, ruddy leaves on the display And we'll visit our kin at the breaking day To the stones To the stones Follow me child, with your back to the tide Where the wet grass grows green and the red kestrel flies That's where we place our unchanging bones Supported, encircled, protected by stones To the stones To the stones Follow me child, to that long barrow mound Sitting high on the Ridgeway, the jewel in its crown If you're ever in need you'll not be alone There's power and wisdom held there in the stones To the stones To the stones To the stones