From this door to nature, to the moon, it calls our namesWe're fiddle-toits and daze-toots, it sets our hearts aflameThe echo of the thought on beats like horns that start to riseOne step and swing of the night begins beneath the starless skiesFeel the rhythm, hear the roar, electro-folk forevermoreDouble time, we can't stand still, Irish swing with electric thrillFrom the aisles, let legends sing, dance the night with everythingA saxophone plays out the tune that meets the fiddle's cryThe melody weaves round the room like winds that never dieThe rhythm pulls, the dancers whirl, the bassline hits the floorWe're flying fast, the music lasts, and still we beg for moreLet the beat roll, feel the fire, Irish folk need swings to sighJump and spin, the night's alive, in the rhythm we all thriveFeel the rhythm, hear the roar, electro-folk forevermoreDouble time, we can't stand still, Irish swing with electric thrillFrom the aisles, let legends sing, dance the night with everythingThe jigs are played, the whistles blow, the tempo's going highFrom pubs to clubs, the music flows as we reach for the skyThe beat continues, the music flows, the tempo's going highThe music's in, the lights spin round, the crowd's a joyful seaWith every step, we're moving fast, caught up in harmonyThe clarinet slides soft and low, a jazzy undertoneThe fiddle answers with a bow, they're magic all our ownWe jump, we're swinging through the night, we dance without a careIn every note, the world's a night, we breathe the same sweet airTake my hand, we'll twist and turn, feel the pulse, let the fire burnBassline rising, lights aglow, we dance without a careThrough the music, we will go, feel the rhythm, hear the roarThat electro-folk forevermoreDouble time, we can't stand still, Irish swing with electric thrillFrom the aisles, let legends sing, dance the night with everythingAnd as the morning light appears, we'll sing a final tuneThe echoes of the night remain beneath the fading moonThe fiddlers' smiles, the trumpets play, our hearts forever ringFrom Celtic roots to future beats, we'll always hear the swingSo raise your glass and spin once more, let the music shake the floorFrom folk to jazz and all between, the rhythm rules and we're the scene