Come waltz beneath the violet moon

“Come Waltz Beneath the Violet Moon”
Verse 1
The moon has dressed in lavender,
The lamps have learned to glow;
The roses bow along the path
To greet you at the door.
Come in from rain and restless roads,
Your journey may be through;
I saved the brightest candle flame
And set a place for you.
Verse 2
The clock is chiming softly now,
But do not let it fuss;
It only knows the hour of night—
It cannot measure us.
There’s music in the marble hall,
There’s starlight on the floor;
And every heart that thought itself
Unwelcome, waits no more.
Chorus
Come waltz beneath the violet moon,
My dear and dazzling friend;
We need no grand occasion here,
No reason to begin.
If all the world has called you strange,
Then let it call you bright—
There’s room for every kind of soul
Within my halls tonight.
Verse 3
My little cat of silver gears
Will lead you to your seat;
He wears a ribbon round his neck
And purrs in perfect beat.
His smile is broad, his paws are warm,
His heart is wrought with care;
He guards the doors from sorrow’s chill
And welcomes strangers there.
Verse 4
A cup can hold both tea and stars,
A shield can wear a rose;
A clever little clockwork bird
Can sing where cold wind blows.
Why should the useful not be fair?
Why should the plain stay plain?
With patient hands and hopeful eyes,
We make delight from rain.
Chorus
Come waltz beneath the violet moon,
My dear and dazzling friend;
We need no grand occasion here,
No reason to begin.
If all the world has called you strange,
Then let it call you bright—
There’s room for every kind of soul
Within my halls tonight.
Bridge
Bring your crooked crown of worries,
Bring the names you’ve had to bear;
You needn’t leave them at the threshold—
You may bring them anywhere.
We’ll set them down beside the roses,
Let them rest beneath the trees;
Then dance until the dawn remembers
How to be a little pleased.
Final Chorus
Come waltz beneath the violet moon,
The chandeliers will shine;
The ordinary day is sacred
When you choose to make it mine.
So take my hand, the music’s warm,
The night is soft and bright—
There’s room for every kind of soul
Within my halls tonight.
Outro
When morning paints the windows gold
And one by one you go,
Remember: every road you walk
Has somewhere warm to glow.