Bruce Dickinson - Wicker Man (Rec. 1997) Lyrics
When the dying western sun dips lowAnd the raincloud rises in the eastBetween the lines of truth and the words of faithLie the fiery duties of the priestStir the blood of ancient thingsDrawing down the moonFrom the hill of Tarna see the Beltane firesAnd the silent Celtic kings awaitFrom the midnight hour to the light of dawnFeel the mountain tremble and your heart will shakeStir the memories of the stonesWe are drawing down the moonIn the circle of the old waysOf the wicker manWicker man, wicker manFrom the beacon hillcast your fire on this landWicker man, wicker manFrom the beacon hillthrow your ashes on our handsLet the pendulum goLet it sway awayLet the chimes ring outOn this solstice dayWhen the earth renewsWhen the seed revealsWhen we are rebornEvery waking dreamWhen the earth renews itselfWhen the seed reveals itselfWhen the earth renews itselfWhen the seed reveals itselfWhen we are rebornIn every waking dreamEvery tree and leafEvery frozen streamWhen the earth renews itselfWhen the seed reveals itselfWhen we are rebornIn every waking dreamEvery tree and leafEvery frozen streamWhen the earth renews itselfWhen the seed reveals itself
