Vermillioncore - Steven Wilson

Racing for the hillsides

Like shadows from the clouds

You will find a place to fly

Just below the Ridgeway

'cross fields of summerlease

Walk towards the open sky

If you stand all alone

Alfred sounds the stone

So the story goes

Racing on the hillsides

The shadows gone to ground

They will find a place to rise

Up there on the Ridgeway

The path beneath your feet

That will lead away from home

If you stand all alone

George will slay his foe

Where the grass can never grow

At night, Wayland’s forges glow

Smelting iron and blood

For wings to fly him home

At home, a world of steel and stone

With stories never told

Where you feel so alone

But back out there on the hills

The chalk horse comes on down

Takes water from the well

And by the light of the moon

Alfred sounds his stone

And legends are reborn

Here comes the Salisbury Giant

Here comes a lonely man

A crowd of people lead him by the hand