[Verse] Candles flicker on the patio floor, Uncle’s boots by the porch, the stories pour. He leans back slow with a whisky in hand, A melody hums through the quiet land. [Pre-Chorus] No loud applause, just nods and a grin, As he spins tales the old world still spins. [Chorus] Swingin’ through the stars, the night don’t fall, He’s got the rhythm, we all know it’s all. From Harlem nights to a Mississippi haze, His words are the rhythm, he’s the blues in the haze. Swingin’ through the stars, the night don’t fall, He’s got the rhythm, we all know it’s all. [Verse] A photograph flips, a name from the past, He laughs like rain on a tin-roof’s cast. The kids lean close, eyes wide in the glow, While time slows down like a low-wire show. [Pre-Chorus] No need for stage, no spotlight’s bright, Just his voice and the night in the soft light. [Chorus] Swingin’ through the stars, the night don’t fall, He’s got the rhythm, we all know it’s all. From Harlem nights to a Mississippi haze, His words are the rhythm, he’s the blues in the haze. Swingin’ through the stars, the night don’t fall, He’s got the rhythm, we all know it’s all. [Bridge] The music lives in the spaces between, In the pause when the silence is clean. A whisper, a tune, a half-remembered tune— He turns the moment into a silver moon. [Outro] Swingin’ through the stars… He’s got the rhythm… Night don’t fall… Just keep it… Swingin’… (softly, trailing off)