There's a big, round stone
Standing all alone
In a forest deep and dark
Far away from home

I travel there sometimes; in my dreams
Arrive with the last sun beams
Lay down on the cold, old grey
And whisper an ancient pray

This stone is older than time
It is made of moonshine
They say
And I stay and pray

Like thousands that have been here before
That have given birth
And people back to the earth
That have wished for life or death
And so many things more

Why am I here?
What brings me here?
I've never been here in real
Just this connection I feel

A knowledge from far, far away
That has chosen me and wants to stay
A destiny I can't deny
As it will help me fly - one day