Second Saturday of the month
Town Hall steeple
Lit up white at night
Mirrored by the town church across the common

Contra dance there for as long as anyone can remember

Mary Marsden, at the door
Long as anyone can remember
She remembers her mother, there at the door, long before her

Mr. Mac playing there tonight with Old New England
Mr. Mac remembers his first ever contra dance
He started there
In Francestown
Longer ago than anyone can remember

Little kids
And little old people
And a bunch in between
Occasional dog there too
Long as anyone can remember

Cars in the dirt lot
Horse bays along the perimeter
Smell of field and grass and countryside
Cool air
Warm room
Sounds of laughter

Strike up the band
Fiddle, flute and piano
Caller works the floor
Up and down the hall
Families in and out the door
Long as anyone can remember