

(ah-ha) Deep in the soil,
the circle is drawn
Footsteps repeat till the shadow is gone
We spin the wheel,
we trace the line
We press the heel to the beat of time (hey-yah)
Fires grow tall, the dust starts to rise An ancient design under
open skies
Spin the wheel, trace the line Press the heel to the beat
of time (hey-yah) (ah-ha)