I was a dancer then under the moonlight,
He was an angel looking into my eyes,
He wasn't just any man, so little did I know then,
Just what was to be on Old Solstice Eve,

Memories of late December haunt me still,
You took away my pride,
Though once a year when the moon is high,
I still shed a tear on Old Solstice Eve,

He gave me shelter then, a cloak he found for me,
He gave me stories in exchange for my heart,
I told him everything but I never knew his name
Or what would become of Old Solstice Eve,

I was a beauty then and I had my fill of men,
But never the same as the man who carried my heart,
And every now and then I think of way back then,
Back to the night of Old Solstice Eve.