(I have just re-read Bernard Cornwell's excellent Stonehenge and was prompted to re-post this)

 

The cradle of all – the living, the dead                                                  

Where Sol and Lahanna hold thrones,                                                 

Where many a sacrifice leached earth red;                                         

The cradle of all – the living, the dead;                                                 

Sol guarantees bounty and harvests that fed                                     

We worshipers at these stones;                                                             

The cradle of all – the living, the dead                                                  

Where Sol and Lahanna hold thrones.                                                 

 

The cradle of all – the living, the dead                                                  

By light of Lahanna is shown;

She makes both nightly and monthly her tread;

The cradle of all – the living, the dead -                                                

The circle by which our women have bled

Having their childness outgrown;

The cradle of all – the living, the dead                                                  

By light of Lahanna is shown.

 

The cradle of all – the living, the dead

By moonlight in winter winds blown

We danced to Lahanna with white robes shed;

The cradle of all – the living, the dead;

Then filed down the Causeway by Elders led

Who chanted in hypnotic tones;

The cradle of all – the living, the dead

By moonlight in winter winds blown.

 

The cradle of all – the living, the dead

Where no-one is ever alone,

Where ancestors lived and ancestors bred -

The cradle of all – the living, the dead;

Their spirits and souls to the netherworld fled;

We buried in barrows their bones;

The cradle of all – the living, the dead

Where no-one is ever alone;

The cradle of all – the living, the dead

Where no-one is ever alone.