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Midsummer Night
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Midsummer Night was released on June 21, 2026 by Violette Rain as a part of the album Midsummer Night - Single
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Release DateJune 21, 2026
LabelViolette Rain
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Violette Rain
Violette Rain
Autoharp
Elliott Woodbridge
Elliott Woodbridge
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Violette Rain
Violette Rain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elliott Woodbridge
Elliott Woodbridge
Producer

Lyrics

Hermia always told me the great love of Lysander and her
summer nights on the pale primrose beds, heart beating only for her
what a cruel joke they played on me,
blaming the magic of the night
it would all just be mended, we wedded
and that was the punchline
and he looks in my eyes, searching, yearning
for what he saw in mine
ever did find
beyond my eyes
Was it all a dream
that he'd ever love me?
So lost in these woods,
to think he ever could love
was it all a dream,
him holding me,
whispering those sweet nothings he swore were meant for me
at least he was mine
on that Midsummer Night
Many moons have waxed and waned
since the sound wedding bells chime
still, at nightfall I bow to him,
he heckles me like poor old moonshine.
What a cruel joke they played on me,
blaming the magic of the Fae
as if spells and love potions
could trick this inconstant man to stay
certainly wasn't me,
I was neither his raven, not a dove,
and no Gods above
can make him love
Was it all a dream
that he'd ever love me?
So lost in these woods,
to think he ever could love
was it all a dream,
him holding me,
whispering those sweet nothings he swore were meant for me
at least he was mine
on that Midsummer Night
Hermia always told me the great love of Lysander and her
But how hard can a heart really beat in man's theatre of the absurd?
What a cruel joke they,
what a cruel joke they,
what a cruel joke they made of me, playing me.
What a cruel joke they,
what a cruel joke they,
what a cruel joke they made of me, playing me
Was it all a dream
that he'd ever love me?
So lost in these woods,
to think he ever could love
was it all a dream,
him holding me,
whispering those sweet nothings he swore were meant for me
at least he was mine
on that Midsummer Night
Written by: Violette Rain
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