Skara Brae

Upon the shores
Of the ancient world
Beyond the ring
In the land of ghosts

The old ones call through time
Under silver stars I hear them call
From lands of myth and kingdoms of stone
For five thousand years they called this home

From times forgotten
And lands untamed
From a bygone world
Their souls remain

By the stones I wait
To hear the old ones speak

Hear the wise ones call
From an ancient world
See the stars
Which they too have seen
Hear their voices
And heed the call
For someday soon
They’ll call you home