Dance the Dark Morris!
You will find, Summer turns to Wintertime
Deep in the forest, clad in black
Dance the Dark Morris you may never dance back
Boot thrum, stick clack, feel the Earth crack underground
Ancient incantation calls the North wind down
This is the land of Mystery and Myth
This is the world of the Wintersmith
Dance the Dark Morris!
You will find, Summer turns to Wintertime
Deep in the forest, clad in black
Dance the Dark Morris you may never dance back
Coal-black faces,
Changing places,
Through the night
Cold advance,
Is this a dance?
Is this a fight?
Beats as deep as oceans.
Thunder through your soul.
Calling for the emotions you have never known.
These are the days of Mystery and Myth
These are the ways of the Wintersmith
Dance the Dark Morris!
You will find, Summer turns to Wintertime
Deep in the forest, clad in black
Dance the Dark Morris you may never dance back
You feel someone behind you,
In front, above, below, and beside you.
The dancers freeze, but the world keeps spinning
You know this is just the beginning
These are the days of Mystery and Myth
These are the ways of the Wintersmith
Dance the Dark Morris!
You will find, Summer turns to Wintertime
Deep in the forest, clad in black
Dance the Dark Morris you may never dance back
Dance the Dark Morris!
Dance the Dark Morris!
Dance the Dark Morris!
Dance the Dark Morris!
Dance the Dark Morris!
Dance the Dark Morris!
Dance the Dark Morris!
Dance the Dark Morris!
Dance the Dark Morris!