

In the green fields where the flowers bloom bright We gather at
dawn for the longest of nights With baskets of bread and the
ale flowing free The fiddles are calling,
come dance here with me
Raise your cups high to the midsummer sun
Dance round the fire till the morning has come With laughter and
song in the heart of the shire Our voices will carry on
the warm summer air (hey!)
The tables are laden with berries and cheese Young ones are leaping
beneath the oak trees Old stories are told as the stars start
to gleam This night is for living,
this night is a dream
Raise your cups high to the midsummer sun
Dance round the fire till the morning has come With laughter and
song in the heart of the shire Our voices will carry on
the warm summer air (hey!)
Raise your cups high to the midsummer sun
Dance round the fire till the morning has come With laughter and
song in the heart of the shire Our voices will carry on
the warm summer air (hey!)