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Something magical happens during snowstorms when half of village is gathered in the local pub. A salsa song from the album 'Ireland goes Latino'. Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/4mnnhy9x #irish #irishmusic #salsa #latinmusic Lyrics: The storm came down like a white-haired beast, Snow piled high from west to east. Half the village found their way To the pub before the light gave way. Boots were steamed and coats were shed, Breath hung low, the windows spread With frost that danced to the fire’s glow And the crackle told us we’d survive the snow. Oh pour it again, keep the glasses near, Let the cold stay out and the music in here! When the night bites hard and the wind won’t go— We dance with the fire and we laugh at the snow! The barman worked like a man possessed, Slidin’ pints and shoutin’ “Who’s next?” Till in the corner, quiet and slow, Old Liam lifted his fiddle bow. He played a tune we all once knew, Soft as memory, old as dew. The room fell still, no word was said, Just hummin’ voices and noddin’ heads. Closer he stepped to the fire’s breath, Strings grew wild, defyin’ rest. The rhythm twisted, strange and deep, Like somethin’ old had woke from sleep. Oh pour it again, feel the floorboards shake, That fiddle’s on fire for the old gods’ sake! From heel to toe, let the night unfold— We dance till the sweat beats out the cold! The flames leaned in, the shadows spun, Salsa drums where there were none. Reels bent sideways, time let go, Ireland swayed to a Latin flow. Feet stomped jigs then turned and slid, Hips found rhythms they never did. Laughter rose with the fiddle’s cry, As snow piled up—but we flew inside. Oh pour it again, let the storm do its worst! The fire’s our home and the fiddle’s our curse! Irish feet and salsa soul, Spinnin’ round till the night lets go! When the gods come dancin’ in fire and snow— You dance or be left alone!