sweet water from the well
casts the evenings magic spell
as fiddlers resin up their bows
mandolins court and spark
in the winters early dark
lighting fires that twinkle and glow
its not every night but now
we sing and tell stories how
we lived and dreamed and truly loved
its not every night but when
we gather up to dance again
as the music rises
to the solstice moon above

so grab your partner
and coo and dove
hug your friends and swing your love
cause all we have is the music
and the stars
its not every night but now
we are here and this is how
we celebrate the music
of our lives