We do not know where we come from.
We do not know our history.
We do not know the songs to sing each day.

Cause we are living in dreamland, dreamland, dreamland.
Cause we are living in dreamland, dreamland, dreamland.
Cause we are living in dreamland, dreamland, dreamland.

We do not know our dances.
We do not know our journey.
We do not know the Circle that reveals each day.

We do not know our kindred.
We do not know what we want.
We do not know the myths to listen to each day.

The Circle keeps whirling, whirling, whirling.
The Circle keeps whirling, whirling, whirling, whirling.
The Circle keeps whirling, whirling, whirling, whirling, whirling, whirling.

(Repeat Verse Four as many time as you wish and end with one long DREAM-LAND).

David Morris
1998