[Verse] The anticipation grows, Passing many fields, As I wonder why. Blessed with a streaky sky, The landscape can tell its story, If we'd only pay attention to history. [Verse] Spotting, seeing, found. Noticing Tumuli, Burial Mounds. A crisp Summer breeze, Losing heat with ease, Sounds of Sheep grazing, Wiltshire Pigs lazing. [Chorus] The light has circled around, For generations, we have found. Sunrise to Sunset, every day, From East to West, over and over, Moon trying to catch up, wondering why? The Moon is not just, for the night sky. [Bridge] A snake of red lights, is in the view, Headlights approach, avoiding the glare, Not sure what they'll see, as they stare. [Verse] I notice a new dividing line, Maybe it's safer this time? Tourists stop, at the camera sign, A favoured spot, the sun's decline. In the West, the Sun is low, Blindingly bright, what a show. [Chorus] The light has circled around, For generations, we have found. Sunrise to Sunset, every day, From East to West, over and over, Moon trying to catch up, wondering why? The Moon is not just, for the night sky. [Verse] In the East, an orange Moon is rising, What a sight, so surprising! All around, you can feel… Is it the presence, so real? Or our own sixth sense? Awe and wonder, immense.