Tripod - Circles

In d^Gays gone ^Dby, when the w^Corld was much ^Gyounger, Men wondered at ^DSpring, born of W^Cinter's c^Dold k^Gnife, Wondering at the g^Dames of the m^Coon and the s^Gunlight, They saw there the ^DLady and ^CLord of a^Dll l^Gife.

R^Gound and ar^Dound, and ar^Cound turns the g^Good Earth, All things must c^Dhange as the s^Ceasons ^Dgo b^Gy, we are the c^Dhildren of the L^Cord and the L^Gady, Whose mysteries we k^Dnow, but will n^Cever k^Dnow w^Ghy.

In a^Gll lands the p^Deople were t^Cied to the g^Good Earth, Plowing and s^Dowing, as the s^Ceasons d^Declar^Ged, Waiting to r^Deap of the r^Cich golden har^Gvest, Knowing her la^Dughter in the j^Coys that ^Dwe s^Ghared.

R^Gound and ar^Dound, and ar^Cound turns the g^Good Earth, All things must c^Dhange as the s^Ceasons ^Dgo b^Gy, we are the c^Dhildren of the L^Cord and the L^Gady, Whose mysteries we k^Dnow, but will n^Cever k^Dnow w^Ghy.

Through F^Glanders and W^Dales and the g^Creen lands of I^Greland, in the kingdoms of E^Dngland and S^Ccotland a^Dnd S^Gpain, Circles g^Drew up all a^Clong the wild c^Goastlines, And worked for the l^Dand, with the S^Cun a^Dnd the r^Gain.

R^Gound and ar^Dound, and ar^Cound turns the g^Good Earth, All things must c^Dhange as the s^Ceasons ^Dgo b^Gy, we are the c^Dhildren of the L^Cord and the L^Gady, Whose mysteries we k^Dnow, but will n^Cever k^Dnow w^Ghy.

C^Gircles for h^Dealing, and w^Corking the w^Geather, Circles for k^Dnowing the M^Coon a^Dnd the S^Gun, Circles for t^Dhanking the L^Cord and the L^Gady, Circles for d^Dancing the d^Cance n^Dever d^Gone.

R^Gound and ar^Dound, and ar^Cound turns the g^Good Earth, All things must c^Dhange as the s^Ceasons ^Dgo b^Gy, we are the c^Dhildren of the L^Cord and the L^Gady, Whose mysteries we k^Dnow, but will n^Cever k^Dnow w^Ghy.

A^Gnd we who r^Deach for the s^Ctars in the h^Geavens, Turning our e^Dyes from the m^Ceadows a^Dnd g^Groves, Still live in the l^Dove of the L^Cord and the L^Gady, The greater the ci^Drcle, the m^Core the l^Dove g^Grows.

R^Gound and ar^Dound, and ar^Cound turns the g^Good Earth, All things must c^Dhange as the s^Ceasons ^Dgo b^Gy, we are the c^Dhildren of the L^Cord and the L^Gady, Whose mysteries we k^Dnow, but will n^Cever k^Dnow w^Ghy.