Tribal Dance - Fiddler's Green

They meet in different places

And go into a trance

They come together

To celebrate that crazy feeling

The Tribal Dance

They recognize each other

By something in there eyes

They come together

And rally round an Irish dance tune

The Gaelic ties

And when the moon is shining

They meet to have a ball

They come together

A movement and a secret union

The Gaelic Call

They do the Irish Stylee

And dance around the blaze

They come together

And dance around a weeping willow

As in ancient

They are like birds of a feather

That flock together in tribe

A secret union

That gets on like a house of fire

With every tribe

O-o-oh, now stamp your feet

O-o-oh, in Tribal Dance

O-o-oh, and when we meet

O-o-oh, it’s Tribal Dance