[Verse 1] Hark the call across the misty moor, Mist veiled since Archean time; Seasons drew their colors through, Each ridge a weathered line. [Verse 2] Landlore, mesenchyme, pillow mound, Maen and kistvaen keep their names; Thou seekest the ancient, deathless tor, Where stone remembers older flames. [Chorus] Ancient land, where my soul aligns, Earthly plane of moss and lichen; In the wilderness, your ages lie, And the old stones hold their silence. [Verse 3] Medieval traces, Gaulish roads, Horse and dray through rain-worn ground; Tempered stone, the quarry’s mark, A fine alignment, sure and sound. [Bridge] The bridge of the Moor stands unhindered, Though centuries have passed away; From ages hence its arch remains, Still carrying the road today. [Chorus] Ancient land, where my soul aligns, Earthly plane of moss and lichen; In the wilderness, your ages lie, And the old stones hold their silence. [Outro] Hark the call across the moor, The old stones keep the way.
