Iat the fete du bons vieux temps - Cahokia, IllinoisI br br White clouds of rosin dust br Flew off Geoff's fiddle strings br As his earth dance br Soared above the pulsing br Of friends on bass and guitar. br br Tuniced men bowed br To their bonneted ladies br Bedecked in colonial frocks. br In turn each pair sashayed br Down and up the line, br Whirled and laced their way br Through outstretched hands br Of family, friends and neighbors br Shaping an arch at line's end br For all the rest to pass beneath. br br All across our country's timescape br Countless bridal pairs br Have sealed their sacraments br Spinning in the whirlwind br Of the Virginia Reel - br With each interclasping of arms br A blessing upon their unions. br br Geoff lifted his bow from the strings, br And bowed with his band to receive br The applause rippling the air br Like the patter of ancestral rain br Nourishing the sweet soil br Of our common earthly essence.