Jon Boden - Fires of Midnight 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