[Intro — Male Baritone, low and intimate] When the sun goes down behind the vines, When the river disappears in haze, Don’t go walking through the woods alone — Not everything in there belongs to earth. [Male Ensemble] Hey, fire! Hey, water! The night is young, And fate is younger! [Verse 1 — Male Baritone] On Midsummer night there is no sleeping, Every shadow seems to breathe and move. Someone’s searching for the fern-flower, Someone’s looking for a little love. Somewhere in the fields a flute is calling, Someone laughs across the silver stream, And behind the willows something’s waking — An ancient forest older than our dreams. [Chorus — Male Lead + Male Ensemble] Midsummer night, Where the truth wears many faces, Where love can change before your eyes, And you can’t tell dream from earth beneath you. Midsummer night, Where your fate is still alive. Cross that line before the morning — You may come back, But not the way you were. [Verse 2 — Male Baritone] Send your wreath along the river, Watch the current take it slow. If it reaches some far stranger’s shore, Maybe your heart already knows. Jump across the fire, Never turn around. For the one who looks behind May hear the forest Call them by their name. [Instrumental Fill — Clean Electric Guitar] [Bridge — Male Baritone, almost whispered] Don’t go looking for the fern-flower. It never grows beneath the ground. It burns for only one brief moment Inside the heart That isn’t afraid to love. [Instrumental Break] [Violin motif × wooden flute × clean psychedelic electric guitar] [Verse 3 — Male Baritone] There are footsteps somewhere by the water, There are voices drifting through the trees. Maybe they are lovers by the river, Maybe they are something no one sees. And the fire throws a thousand shadows, Every shadow has another face. You can spend your whole life running from them, Or step inside And let the night decide your fate. [Final Chorus — Male Lead + Male Ensemble] Midsummer night, Where the truth wears many faces, Where the river laughs beneath the moonlight, Where the grass burns underneath the stars. Midsummer night, Just one night — A hundred roads. And whoever finds their love before the sunrise Will never ask If it was magic Or if it was real. [Outro — Male Baritone] The fire dies. The river moves. Morning comes Across the fields. But somewhere deep Behind the willows, The old dark forest Is still awake. [Male Ensemble, distant] Hey, fire... Hey, water... [Long Guitar Outro]
