Faces of old, faces of new
The bonfires lit on cue
The music box is blaring
As the fire is flaring
Stories of their daring feats
From people sitting on seats
People dancing at the musics blast
The night sky descends fast
The drink has been flowing
The last embers are glowing
Time now to rest in bed
The last goodbyes been said
The bonfires now dust
Golng to sleeps a must
Lay down close your eyes
And dream of stars in the skys
By Anne-marie Cockburn
