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People are leaving God's houses |
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Looking for footprints in the sand |
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The time has come to light the fire in ourselves |
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Find the circles around the land |
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Once again I hear the sacred arrow |
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Brigid gave us from her cell of oak |
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Crosses children make at springtime |
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Are testament to the love she spoke |
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This is the shape of love to come |
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A renaissance of moon and sun |
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This is the shape of love to come |
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Come on into the circle everyone |
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So I come to the hill of Tara |
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And feast my eyes on the royal plains |
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In my hunger for direction |
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I call up the long forgotten days |
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The God I love needs no house of stone |
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Nor is her image painted into glass |
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In the circle round the place I call my home |
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I feel connected and so I have to ask |
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Is this the shape of love to come? |
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A renaissance of moon and sun |
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This is the shape of love to come |
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Come on into the circle everyone. |
