urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:balderdashing Francisco Franco is dead again Francisco Franco is dead again 2007-01-28T07:26:12Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:balderdashing:1476 2007-01-28T07:25:45Z 2007-01-28T07:26:12Z Long ago, ran the sun on a folk who had a dream,<br /> And the heart, and the will, and the power: <br /> They moved earth, they carved stone, moulded hill and channeled stream <br /> That we might stand on the wide plains of Wiltshire.<br /> <br /> Now men asked who they were, how they built and wonder why <br /> That they wrought standing stones of such size<br /> What was done 'neath our shade? What was pray'ed 'neath our skies <br /> As we stood on the wyrd plains of Wiltshire <br /> <br /> Oh, what secrets we could tell, if you'd listen and be still <br /> Rid the stink and the noise from our skirts <br /> But you haven't got the clue, and perhaps you never will <br /> Mute we stand, on the cold plains of Wiltshire.<br /> <br /> Still we loom in the mists, as the ages roll away <br /> And we say of our folk, "They are here!" <br /> That they built us, and they died, and you'll not be knowing why <br /> Save we stand on the bare plains of Wiltshire.