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| The Dance The gray plump granny smoothes her hair And her pale pink cotton gown And drifts away to another day To another time and town. How many years now has it been How many tears ago When her eyes fell first upon that lad Who had set her heart aglow? She dabs the teardrops falling there And lays her glasses down And travels there to those days so fair In another time and town. She now beholds that vision clear A brilliant budding Spring With a promise of forevermore And a glistening golden ring. It's countless tears now since he's gone Yet not a sun goes down But she's proudly dancing with him there In her satin wedding gown. Her lonely days at last are done True - she leaves this land of care And she runs to him and takes the hand Of her lad so debonair. Now at last they are together True - all trouble's now laid down For now they're dancing there quite grandly In that grand forever town. Yes, together now forever True - they're walking hand in hand And midst the angels they're still dancing In that grand forever land. Copyright 3/99, Denise Corbley Snyder |
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