Along the Ridgeway

Racing for the hillsides Like shadows from the clouds You will find a place to fly Just below the Ridgeway 'cross fields of summerlease Walk towards the open sky If you stand all alone Alfred sounds the stone So the story goes Racing on the hillsides The shadows gone to ground They will find a place to rise Up there on the Ridgeway The path beneath your feet That will lead away from home If you stand all alone George will slay his foe Where the grass can never grow At night, Wayland's forges glow Smelting iron and blood For wings to fly him home At home, a world of steel and stone With stories never told Where you feel so alone But back out there on the hills The chalk horse comes on down Takes water from the well And by the light of the moon Alfred sounds his stone And legends are reborn Here comes the Salisbury Giant Here comes a lonely man A crowd of people lead him by the hand