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Midsummer Nights Happy
by Mike Oldfield

Sunlight falling bright over garden walls
Moonlight showers gold where living water falls
Orange groves are bursting out into green leaves of moonlight
Candle like lawns sweep down to the river of turquoise
Fountains of golden light burst in quavers that float among the stars
The golden gates are open wide for the people all over the land

A thousand chandeliers in my lady's chamber
My lord comes swaying through the hall with a goblet of shining amber
They all minuet to a string quartet and the Marquis's daughter shall sing

Come to the Ball my love, sip sweet ambrosia
Trip in the forest Titania my love
Come to the Ball my love, sip sweet ambrosia
Trip in the forest Titania my love

Would you like brandy wine? Shall we go now and dine?
We'll do the merry minuet till the yellow moon has set
We shall dance through the midsummer night

Come my pretty puck and squeeze this magic flower
On the eyes of lovers in this midnight hour
Tis a flower of wonder tis a magic seed
When they shall awake lay heaven at their feet
Dance through the midsummer night

Would you like brandy wine? Shall we go now and dine?
We'll do the merry minuet till the yellow moon has set
We shall dance through the midsummer night

Come my pretty puck and squeeze this magic flower
On the eyes of lovers in this midnight hour
Tis a flower of wonder tis a magic seed
When they shall awake lay heaven at their feet
Dance through the midsummer night

Come to the Ball my love, sip sweet ambrosia
Trip in the forest Titania my love
Come to the Ball my love, sip sweet ambrosia
Trip in the forest Titania my love

Would you like brandy wine? Shall we go now and dine?
We'll do the merry minuet till the yellow moon has set
We shall dance through the midsummer night

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Sunlight falling bright over village garden walls
Moonlight showers gold where water falls
People walk in splendour under trees hung in starlight
Candlelight lawns sweep down to the river that ripple on pebbles of turquoise
Fountains of golden light burst in quavers among the stars
Tables are laid with fruits of the vine and cedar from Samarkand

A thousand dancing chandeliers shine in my lady's chamber
My lord comes swaying through the halls with a goblet of amber
Nectar and brandy, wine and mead come flowing in shimmering springs

Gentle maidens walking in the garden
They're courted by the knights from the palace of love
They're all dressed in white with flowers of palest colour
They're all singing songs to the yellow moon above

Yes I would Sir
Yes I would Sir
We'll do the merry minuet
The yellow moon has set in the midsummer night

Come my pretty Oberon trip, trip
Come and sing a summer song trip, trip
I know a bank where the cowslips trip
Whereon the wild thyme sits trip, trip
Dance through the midsummer night

Yes I would Sir
Yes I would Sir
We'll do the merry minuet
The yellow moon has set in the midsummer night

Come my pretty Oberon trip, trip
Come and sing a summer song trip, trip
I know a bank where the cowslips trip
Whereon the wild thyme sits trip, trip
Dance through the midsummer night

Gentle maidens walking in the garden
They're courted by the knights from the palace of love
They're all dressed in white with flowers of palest colour
They're all singing songs to the yellow moon above

Yes I would Sir
Yes I would Sir
We'll do the merry minuet

The yellow moon has set in the midsummer night

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MICHAEL GORDON OLDFIELD, SALLY ANNE OLDFIELD

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