It's midnight, that traditional magical, mystical bewitching time,
     Out here in the midst of water, woods, starlight, and moonlight.
     Sounds of crickets, frogs, winds through trees, waters on the rocks.
     The settings couldn't be better, all seven of 'em.
     
     Can you believe it, seven in one area?
     There's an island with a rock to jump off of, and use-to-be swing,
          at least a fifty foot ride through the air.
     And then there's the falls, accessed by four wheel drives or a boat,
          it is a moody stroll through the woods too.
     And there's also the partin' oaks, a fine place to party on into the
          morning hours after the midnight swim at the falls.
     Of course if you prefer a beach under the stars and moon,
          there's one of them too.
     And for those who like to stay near their cars and stereos,
     there's three different gathering places to park and party.
      
     Yes, this is a terrific place, and you know that's how they get
          started, the spirit and sense of these places.
     It's always the people who give these places their life and spirit,
          always the people.
     Their presence here fills the air, their happiness echo's through
          the coves and woods, their joyful spirit moves the soul.
     
     Fall Creek                       The young always
     What is it about this place,     Sense these things
     What moves my spirit so?         From miles away too.
     Before sixty-five
     You were just a rock,            Salem, Six Mile, Pickens, Rosman,
     Out in the woods,                Travelers Rest, Greenville, Highlands,
     Above Shallow Fords bridge.      Walhalla, Westminster, Clemson
                                      From all these places
     Did anyone ever gather           They come to party.
     Around you then?
     How much difference              Does any of 'em
     Can a lake make?                 Know what it is
                                      Which moves them so?
     For twelve short years now,      Every two years,
     You've played host               Through this place,
     To the young ones.               A new generation passes.
     It doesn't take long             Do any of 'em
     For the word                     Know what it is
     Of a good place to spread.       Which binds them so?

     Parties, day and night;
     Smoking and jamming
     To float the spirit
     To new highs.