Old stone man sat on highest point looking out from way up there
Placed there in times of old for man's wish for dance and prayer
You look so peaceful resting in your place
Watching the world rush by at such a pace

Stone soldiers standing guard in lines
Watching over you from older times
If eyes could only see your history passed
Where ancient folks and druids sang and massed

Now you're old and rock so slow
But still hold secrets that you whisper low
Listen gently to the rocking stone
It will tell of mysteries that its past has known
Sit on the stone and let it rock you slowly
Back to the time when this place was holy.

Clive Holloway - 2006