In time with Bodhrán, in tune with trembled lute
To kick step
Back on to the straight and varied
No room here for lust or love
No courtship of free-flowing
Nor frozen memories
At that the song ends
Its partner takes to the dance floor
Slow steps
Lithesome glides
Sunlight of shadow
Her voice enters; how not to give
Having, as you have, given all before
