Red-hot midsummer torrid winds do moan earth of dust and crevice put us off to roam no rain was falling since spring pa**ed by and this red midsummer turns into our decay Through that heat above sand so roan swirls the blackbird's song joined by the old trees' groan locusts sing in bright sunshine and this red midsummer turns into our decay Place a cross of leaves may there be strength to grow let us dance this rite call on the help of Thorr the wooden pole, wreath and midsummer prayer help us to avert this imminent decay The holy king beats now the king of oak yet burn the holy herbs Vervain and Saint John's word the child then the old man cast them into the flames now this red-hot midsummer is gifted a silver ray Over the stone Over the stone, the old gray stone, Let me ponder here alone, Through all weather we go together Ancient stone, thou good old stone. Of the many friends I've seen, Thou the truest friend has been, Some forget me, some have fled, Some are false, and some are dead, Changing never constant ever, Still I find thee, dear old stone. Standing here, thou silent stone, What a world thou must have known! Deeds of glory, lost to story, Hast thou witness'd ancient stone. Here beneath the gra**, 'tis said, Many warriors bones are laid, Fighting for their land they fell, None but thou can truly tell. Secrets keeping, ever sleeping, Dream'st thou of the past, old stone?