Lyrics
Full moon high above the city mile
So bright the night is hard to reconcile
The drums are still beating
The moments are fleeting and they
Scatter at every turn
But somewhere near the fires of midnight burn
And oh, all that is scattered will return
With the full moon shining clear
And oh, I hear their voices at every turn
Somewhere near the fires of midnight burn
Kerosene scent in the cold night air
Frost glitters in the gas lamp glare
Voices are singling, bells jingling as the
Dancers leap and fall in turn
Somewhere near the fires of midnight burn
And oh, all that is scattered will return
With the full moon shining clear
And oh, I hear their voices at every turn
Somewhere near the fires of midnight burn
JON BODEN
Faber Music, Royalty Network