I know a secret place where time stands still, br It lies beyond a five-barred gate, enclosed br By hawthorn hedges heaped up high with drifting snow br In maytime when the barn owl glides, pale ghost, br Above the grasses. Here come timid deer br To drink beside the reed-fringed pond, it is br The haunt of fox and hare, a haven for br The hunted, safe home for mole and water vole. br At dusk you’ll see white ghost moths dance above br The swaying rushes. Not far away from here br There is a place where others, too, may dance— br A druids’ grove of seven trees that grow br In a magical ring, in a sacred circle of seven. br I’ll give you their names, then when the next full moon br Sends down its silvery light you may join the dance br To celebrate our love for good Mother Earth. br Here in the ring the tallest tree is the cherry, br Then comes the crab, the copper beech, the rowan, br The stripling oak, the tree of streams, the alder, br And queen of all, that lovely small-leaved lime, br So let’s link arms, and sing and dance, be merry. br Let the billow roll, let the wave of life uplift us br For it is Life itself we celebrate br In this magical place beyond the five-barred gate.