Janey and me went dancing
high up on the moor,
Janey counted eight stones,
Me, I wasn't sure.
Round the old Stone Circle,
Ribbons flying high,
Janey and me went dancing
'til darkness filled the sky.
"Oh, Janey, let's go home now,
I hear the church-bell chime",
But Janey wasn't tired at all
of dancing all the time.
I told Jane the story
of a Changeling Child;
Janey wouldn't listen,
Janey's eyes were wild.
Janey wasn't seen again
by the old Ley Line;
When they went to count the Stones,
Next day there were nine!
by
Shirley Frances Winskill 2001
