Runes

RUNES (5:17)
Jim Pipkin 2004 BMI

Crops were dry rain did not fall
Game ran away from the hunter's call
Omens warned of a bitter year
Elders called on the ones they feared
They built their fire and they beat their drums
By the standing stones where the Old Ones come
Their circle dance drew down the moon
And when that altar stone was running red
they cast the runes

A little glimpse into the mystery
Power over storm and sea
Raise the wind or call the rain
Crafted into lines of love and pain

Towns grew large as the years passed by
Roads rolled out and walls rose high
Empires rodse and empires fell
Drums were replaced by the steeple bells
They bowed their heads and they prayed on bones
in cathedrals built on the standing stones
Sang for a savior to come back soon
While into altar cloth with threads of gold
They wove the runes

A little glimpse into the mystery
Power over storm and sea
Raise the wind or call the rain
Crafted into lines of love and pain

Now armies march when the nations call
With the simple folk caught between it all
We give our children to either side
For gods and countries, love and pride
The faithful work the land and pray
For their safe return on a peaceful day
In the streets we dance to our leaders' tunes
But in the secret places of our hearts
We cast the runes

A little glimpse into the mystery
Power over storm and sea
Raise the wind or call the rain
Crafted into lines of love and pain

A little glimpse into the mystery
Power over storm and sea
Raise the wind or call the rain
Crafted into lines of love and pain