At Giant’s Dance

After "When Giants Walked" by Kathy Mar

Chorus:

Oh, take me back to simpler times,
When all the earth was new and bright,
And when we gave of what we’d planted,
The moon and stars shone clear at night.
Bearing earth's crop in our arms,
The yield of trees and plants,
We'd come to Giant's Dance.

But that was many lives ago
And many things have changed since then,
And now our old and pagan souls,
Look out the eyes of modern men,
But still some do remember,
As I know that I do,
A time when Mother Nature was a who.

Chorus

But now there is a tourist's rope,
That marks the space I cannot cross,
To try to dance between the stones,
Though I know how,
I’m at a loss,
The stones I hewed so long ago,
Where giants used to dance,
But now their only worshippers are ants.

Chorus

As we would come four times a year,
To sanctify the ancient rite.
Now we slip across the ropes,
In the middle of the night.
And though we are not druids,
And the ancient ways are gone,
Where giants used to dance,
The dance goes on.

Chorus

April 11, 1998

For anyone who's ever felt alone in a religious place.