Lyrics - The Search for the Stone
I've come from the south from a distant home,
A fine young man with a bent to roam,
To the western cliff where the seas run high,
Searching for the travellers stone...
On the western cliff where the seas run high,
I found the stone of a thousand souls,
By the rocks where the travellers carved their names,
Where the seagulls cry by the Pattering Holes...
The stone was as black as a gipsy's eye,
And carved with the staves of an ancient tongue,
As I held it tight, from the western wind,
Came the timeless words of a timeless song...
TAKE THE STONE MY MOTHER MADE,
ON A SILKEN THREAD LET IT SWING FREE,
TO GUIDE YOU ALONG THE LINES OF FORCE,
FROM THE WESTERN CLIFF TO THE EASTERN SEA,
TAKE TO THE LAND AND FOLLOW THE LEY...