Craft Of The Wise Lyrics

                           Across a thousand nations
                            And forty-thousand years
                          The teachers and the healers
                          We are the Craft of the Wise
                        The Old World and the New World
                          Remember the nature people
                            We who were persecuted
                             And we shall be reborn

                        And we dance round, hand in hand
                      We are at one with the tides of the land
                           We are wild and we are free
                           We are wild and we are free

                          But the tide is ever changing
                         The Wheel ever spinning round
                       And in the heart of the dying Empire
                          Was born the Church of Rome
                        And they did rise, but they shall fall
                       And all their lies shall be seen as lies
                  And the world shall be free from the yoke of guilt
                           And they shall be no more

                        The forests of the world are dying
                            But they shall be reborn
                        For the wind of change is coming
                             A-riding on the storm
                            And from the desolation
                            Is born the seed of hope
                         For the tyrants fall, one and all
                         The Wheel is ever spinning round