The wind blows through the standing stones, there are dragons on the wing
Standing under the moonlit night, waiting for the forest king
He will come with fire in his eye, a lover of the light
We will dance, we will sing, through the Beltane night.
We will dance the spiral dance around the burning pyre,
And as we dance the sacred dance, w'e'll jump the Beltane fire
Dance with the faerie dance with the elves, dance with the witches wild
Dance with the wolves that howl at the moon and dance with the inner child

And if you hear the pipes of Pan a'blowin on the wind
Have no fear of who you'll meet the dance will soon begin
Join you hands around the fire brite, dance untill you fall
We will dance tilll the morning light, hear the Panpipes call.


copyright 2000 Pendragon songs