Ring Of Stones Lyrics - Seasons - Magna Carta

The painted face of evening 

shrouds the sleeping day 

And voices in the twilight 

murmur low 

The trees that lean toward the sky 

shake their weathered bones 

And timeless magic lingers here 

among the ring of stones 

Like circles on the water 

beneath the rising moon 

The churchbell tolls the fading notes 

of time 

A fallen king of long ago 

sleeps the years alone 

And a night wind hums a requiem 

among the ring of stones 

And on a stairway to Valhallah 

its steps of burning gold 

With a servant of a lifetime at his side 

with a dagger and a coat of steel 

to see him on his way, 

on his way 

Diana sails her sea of cloud 

above her silver bowl 

The spirits of the darkness 

fill the air 

And me I'm just a travelling boy 

many miles from home 

And they say the Devil walks the road 

beneath the ring of stones