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Song: The Hills They Are Hollow
Artist: Damh The Bard
Album: The Hills They Are Hollow

As I walk upon
This green land
This land that I love

I see figures of chalk
Carved into the
Hillsides above

Cerne Abbas
A man so proud

And the Long Man
Opens wide the gates
Of his world

And invites you
To step inside

And the hills
They are hollow
And home to the Fey

Who dance
On Midsummer's Eve

Some people
Don't understand
When I say

These are the things
I believe

These are the tings
I believe

There is an old
Circle of stones
That stands
On the moor

Every moss-covered
Face
Tells the secrets
Of ancient lore

The Tors stand
As guardians

Witnesses to
The Rites
Of Nature's Gods

Of Darkness
And of Light

And the hills
They are hollow
And home to the Fey

Who dance
On Midsummer's Eve

Some people
Don't understand
When I say

These are the things
I believe

These are the tings
I believe

Let's sing of
The mystery
Of Sacred Land

See the shapes
In the corn
Made by
Invisible hands

Secrets of the
Pagan Ways
Lie all around

Written upon
The Earth
In rock and
Sacred mound

And the hills
They are hollow
And home to the Fey

Who dance
On Midsummer's Eve

Some people
Don't understand
When I say

These are the things
I believe

These are the tings
I believe

And the hills
They are hollow
And home to the Fey

Who dance
On Midsummer's Eve

Some people
Don't understand
When I say

These are the things
I believe

These are the things
I believe