The Dancer
He looked like a lumberjack, but moved like a swan
He asked me to dance, as if we were one
He took my hand, and the rhythm was strong,
I knew with this dancer I could do no wrong
He led me away to another land;
I was petals and feathers in is hand
Who was this man who I did not know,
Who could dance so soft and so slow.
I trusted my feet as I followed the beat,
Into a whirl a blurr of light,
I touched a sense I was doing all right.
He conquered my fears with a gentle hand
I was floating and feeling,
And rocking and reeling,
It seemed to me I’ve been here before,
And danced with the stranger who no one saw.
I felt as we whirled to the music wild
The woman was gone replaced with a child,
Rocked so softly, swung so sweet
He didn’t dance me off my feet.
I gave to the music to them the beat.
Can a man who has softeness and rhythm and song
Be a man who could surely do no wrong,
Then I’ll remember to pick a friend
Who can dance me through to the very end.