[B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.]
[Accident of Birth-sessions, 1997]
When the dying western sun dips low
And the raincloud rises
in the east
Between the lines of truth and the words of faith
Lie the fiery duties of the be priest
Stir the blood of ancient
things
Drawing down the moon
From the hill of Tarna see the beltane fires
And the silent Celtic kings await
From the
midnight hour to the light of dawn
Feel the mountain tremble and your heart will shake
Stir the memories of the stones
We are
drawing down the moon
In the circle of the old ways
Of the wicker man...
Wicker man, wicker man
From the beacon
hill,
cast your fire on this land
Wicker man, wicker man
From the beacon hill,
throw your ashes in our hands
Let the
pendulum go
Let it sway away
Let the chimes ring out
On this solstice day
When the earth renews
When the seed
reveals
When we are reborn
Every waking dream
When the earth renews itself
When the seed reveals
itself
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When we are reborn
In every waking dream
Every tree and leaf
Every frozen stream
Wicker man
When
the earth renews itself
Wicker man
When the seed reveals itself
Wicker man
When we are reborn
Wicker man
In every waking
dream
Wicker man
Every tree and leaf
Wicker man
Every frozen stream
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