The Dance
 

Long ago I heard a man
Whisper in my ear:
"Come and hear the melody,
And dance with me, my dear."
We danced around the kitchen floor.
We danced around the parlor.
We danced around the lilac bush.
We danced on down the holler.
But then the music died for him,
And I was left alone.
And I will never find the bridge
To make my way back home.




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