Asheville's Shindig on the Green and Van Morrison's "Moondance." A moisty woods along the river, rich in ferns. Woodthrushes fifing sound sculptures from the underbrush. A handholding walk. Then drifting. Losing touch. And finally, resolute, bravely kindling a hope of reconnection.

Lyrics

If someday the sway of fate should chase us into
Constellations that lie unforeseen
Wind your mind in time to bygone nights; you'll find us
Moonlight dancing on the village green

Leaves that shivered in the shy southeastern breezes
Fell to earth and slowly decomposed
Photographs of two relentless lovers laughing
Blind to images yet unexposed
Hey

Forest pathways weaving underneath the brambles
Pulsing with the thrushes’ song unseen
Animated by the radiated sunlight
Fading trace of where our trail had been
Hey

The sage and the fool See the other’s face reflected in the pool

If one day the wraiths of fate should bait us into
Confrontations that lie unforeseen
Wind your mind in time to well-nigh nights; you'll find us
Moonlight dancing on the village green
Moonlight dancing on the village green
Moonlight dancing