The candles glow, the hall is full, The neighbors gather here. From every glen and winding road, They've come from far and near. The fiddler draws the opening bow, The piper joins the song. The night is young, the floor is clear... It won't stay calm for long. Come away! The Ceilidh's calling! Can't you hear the fiddle calling? Hand in hand and heel to toe, Round and round together go. Hear it here, come near, my dear! Lend your ear and raise your beer! Laugh until the rafters ring, Every heart begins to sing. Stay right here and join the cheer! There's room for all at the Ceilidh HERE! The voices rose, the room awoke, The rafters rang out clear. Then someone cried, "Another reel!" "We've only started here!" The quiet smiles gave way to laughs, The circles gathered pace. One merry tune became three more... A smile on every face. The fiddler found another tune That begged another dance. The piper answered bright and bold Without a second glance. The baker twirled the blacksmith's wife, The teacher lost his hat. The village clock kept striking on... But nobody noticed that. The reels spun faster, round we flew, The fiddles wouldn't quit. More than one proud Highland lad Regretted how he'd kilt... A gust came through the open door— The lasses laughed outright. Some mysteries are best kept safe... Till after Saturday night! Come away! The Ceilidh's calling! Can't you hear the fiddle calling? Hand in hand and heel to toe, Round and round together go. Hear it here, come near, my dear! Lend your ear and raise your beer! Laugh until the rafters ring, Every heart begins to sing. Stay right here and join the cheer! There's room for all at the Ceilidh HERE! The bodhrán found a faster beat, No foot could stand its ground. Bootheels shook the timber floor, The joy went dancing 'round. The minister forgot himself, The laird set pride aside. Even Granny stole a whirl... And left her cane behind! By morning light the fire burned low, The hall was still once more. A lonely shoe, a crooked chair, Lay scattered 'cross the floor. They swore next year they'd all behave, With dignity sincere... But every heart was counting days Till next year's Ceilidh here. Come away! The Ceilidh's calling! Can't you hear the fiddle calling? Hand in hand and heel to toe, Round and round together go. Hear it here, come near, my dear! Lend your ear and raise your beer! Laugh until the rafters ring, Every heart begins to sing. Stay right here and join the cheer! There's room for all at the Ceilidh HERE! Raise your voice and stamp your feet, Till the dance and dawn shall meet! Every stranger's now a friend, While the fiddle still can play, We will dance the night away— The Ceilidh will NEVER end! From far and near, year after year, We're here! We're here! We're HERE! One more reel... One more song... Until we meet... At the Ceilidh, HERE!
