Thinker came down from his place in the mountains
All he had was upon his back
He journey's far and his legs were light
For he knew to follow the old straight track
Skin and bone 
Tower of stone
The path ahead said never look back

It's a week away and he's come to a stone
But the site is wrecked, and the pattern is wrong
So he's built a shrine in a perfect line
And the place, repaired, sings a joyful song
Of flesh and blood
Life restored 
The path ahead says come along

Chorus
O-oh, let us pray
O-o-oh, that the witches and the wizards may be
Pleased set us free
That the order all around us may be seen

Four weeks on and the road is rough
The way is strange and the track is bent
He's lost his way by an old scotch fir
The tree said "go" so off he went
Earthly clue
Straight and true
Nor right nor left keep after the scent

Chorus

Years gone by and he's found his grail
With a holy bow and prayer to the sun
Thanks to hill and to tower and tree
I shall love this world till my day is done
In ditch and field
Is all revealed
And the earth air water and fire are one.

The old straight track