In ancient times
hundreds of years before the dawn of history
Lived a strange race of people, the Druids
No one knows who they were or what they were doing
But their legacy remains hewn into the living rock of STOLLERY STONE
STOLLERY STONE, where the demons dwell
Where the banshees live and they do live well
STOLLERY STONE where a man is a man
And the children dance to the pipes of pan
STOLLERY STONE, 'tis a magic place
Where the moon doth rise with a dragon's face
STOLLERY STONE where the virgins lie
And the prayer of devils fill the midnight sky
And you my love, won't you take my hand?
We'll go back in time to that mystic land
Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow
I will take you there, I will show you how
And oh, how they danced
The little children of STOLLERY STONE
Beneath the haunted moon for fear
That day break might come too soon
And where are they now
The little people of STOLLERY STONE
And what would they say to us
If they were here tonight