Floral Dance

As I walked home on a Summer night
When stars in heaven were shining bright
Far away from the footlight's glare
Into the sweet and scented air
Of a quaint old cornish town

Born from afar on the gentle breeze
Joining the murmur of summer seas
Distant tones of an old world dance
Played by the village band per chance
On the calm air came floating down

I thought I could hear the curious tone
Of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone
Fiddle, cello, big bass drum
Bassoon, flute and euphonium
Far away, as in a trance
I heard the sound of the floral dance

There was that band with the curious tone
Of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone
Fiddle, cello and big bass drum
Bassoon, flute and euphonium
Each one making the most of his chance
All together in the floral dance

We danced to the band with the curious tone
Cornet, clarinet and big trombone
There was fiddle, cello and the big bass drum
Bassoon, flute and euphonium
Each one making the most of his chance
All together in the floral dance

Dancing here, prancing there
Jig and jog and everywhere
Up and down and around the town
Hurrah, for the cornish floral dance