Light the fire, beat the drum, feel the heart beat, let it come.
He is the wild, the tangled forest.
The fright of the dear and the fall of the tree.
He's the stink of the beast, the blood on the ground,
The chase and the hunter, the snarl of the hound.
Come with me, cry with me, run with me, die with me,
Freeing your spirit for the Lord of the Dance.
He is the night, the secret hour.
The cry of the wolf and the hoot of the owl.
He's the silence of midnight, the horns of the moon.
The creeping of insects, the shadows and gloom.
Filling you, scaring you, thrilling you, daring you,
Freeing your spirit for the Lord of the Dance.
He is the daylight, the shining sun.
The gold of the corn and the warmth of the air.
He's the ripening fruit, the life in the earth.
The giver and taker of love and of mirth.
Live with me, see with me, give with me, be with me,
Freeing your spirit for the Lord of the Dance.
Light the fire, beat the drum, feel the heart beat, let it come.
Written by me on 12th July 2005
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