Green green rocky road,
the path that you brought forth,
that lonely bright star in the sky
shining in the north.

Through the last days of July,
the sun sits heavy in the sky.
Shining more, yet still the same,
that sacred old eternal flame.

It burns within,within us all.
Even those who shun the call.
That call that whispers in our ears,
the one that always keeps us near.

Near to what we know is right
a silent knowledge cast in light.
The light that keeps the flame alive
inside your heart
inside your mind.