This was in my head most of Saturday.
Stone Circles
words & music by Anne Lister
arranged by Connie North for Sound Circle
nobody is an island
there's no way you can cut free
nobody is an island
there's no way you can be cut off by sea
and everything I do
touches you
and everything I am
you hold in your hand
and it seems to me that we are standing stones
there's no way that we can ever be on our own
and even if at times it seems that we are all alone
we're in stone circles marking time
with standing stones
no one is an outsider
there's no way you can cut loose
no one is an outsider
there's always some way to pay your dues
and everything I do
touches you
and everything I am
you hold in your hand
and it seems to me that we are standing stones
there's no way that we can ever be on our own
and even if at times it seems that we are all alone
we're in stone circles marking time
with standing stones
the circle stands forever
there's no angle there to chip or break
the circle stands forever
there's no straight line to show a slight mistake
and everything I do
touches you
and everything I am
you hold in your hand
and it seems to me that we are standing stones
there's no way that we can ever be on our own
and even if at times it seems that we are all alone
we're in stone circles marking time
with standing stones
the wind blows from the hillside
but we stand firm, and we do not bend
the wind blows from the hillside
the circle is a pattern with no end
and everything I do
touches you
and everything I am
you hold in your hand
and it seems to me that we are standing stones
there's no way that we can ever be on our own
and even if at times it seems that we are all alone
we're in stone circles marking time
with standing stones
you musn't break the circle
there's no easy way to be released
you musn't break the circle
and if we stand together, we'll find peace
and everything I do
touches you
and everything I am
you hold in your hand
and it seems to me that we are standing stones
there's no way that we can ever be on our own
and even if at times it seems that we are all alone
we're in stone circles marking time
with standing stones.
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