| 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 |