In ancient times

hundreds of years 

before the dawn of history

There 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 Stonehenge.



Stonehenge - where the demons dwell

Where the banshees live 

and they do live well

Stonehenge - Where a man is a man 

and the children dance 

to the pipes of pan



Stonehenge - 'tis a magic place 

where the moon doth rise

With a dragon's face

Stonehenge - where the virgins lie

And the prayer of devils 

fills 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 Stonehenge 

Beneath the haunted moon 

for fear that daybreak might come too soon 



And where are they now, the little people of Stonehenge?

And what would they say to us if they were here tonight?