Dance here with me darlings, we’ll dance til’ the night.
On fields, freshly plowed, under this sky of blue.
Sway slowly, spinning around the apple tree’s and strawberry blite.
As the skies and clouds twist above with a golden hue.
Soon the light will fade away, the warmth is sure to follow
For then you must be sleeping darlings, the night it’s filled with sorrow.
The night does hold such terrible times.
Love trodden, lost, leaving, you’re sure to meet crimes.
In the corners of our days.
Where light be lost, all turns to haze.