Firegazing from Firegazing by Brian Boothby

Firegazing

All shapes and colours, all creeds and beliefs;
A hundred thousand languages
Singing out their love, truth and grief;
A million different fingers, on a million different tunes,
All following the minstrel,
Like the tides chase the moon.

And we all follow, follow every line,
Till the last, long after midnight,
In Firegazing Time.

Don't know why we do this, not really sure what it's for,
But when a song takes flight up from the firelight,
It leaves us richer than before.
It frames our hunters' celebration,
It grants our lovers some relief,
Yet that song is never finished, like the coral on a reef,

And we all follow, follow every line,
Till the last long after midnight,
In firegazing time, Firegazing Time.

Many came before us,
There are many yet to come,
Holding true to this vision,
Holding the heartbeat for a drum

And we all follow, follow every line, follow every chime,
Till the last , long after midnight,
In firegazing time, Firegazing Time.

• Alternative
• acoustic
• alt.folk
• deep folk
• folk
• original music
• original song
• roots music
• singer-songwriter
• United Kingdom