Thinker came down from his place in the mountains
All he had was upon his back
He journey’d far and his legs were light
For he knew to follow the old straight track
Skin and bone, tower of stone
The path ahead said never look back

It’s a week away and he’s come to a stone
But the site is wrecked, and the pattern is wrong
So he’s built a shrine in a perfect line
And the place, repaired, sings a joyful song
Of flesh and blood, life restored
The path ahead says come along

O-oh, let us pray
O-o-oh, that the witches and the wizards may be
Pleased to set us free
That the order all around us may be seen

Four weeks on and the road is rough
The way is strange and the track it is bent
He’s lost his way by an old scotch fir
The tree said "go" so off he went
Earthly clue, straight and true
Nor right nor left keep after the scent

Years gone by and he’s found his gill
With a holy bow and prayer to the sun
Thanks to hill and to tower and tree
I shalt love this world till my day is done
In ditch and field, is all revealed
And the earth air water and fire are one