She had the grace of a dancer, pretty as the morning sun,
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Her days were filled with laughter, and when sixteen years had come,
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She went to work in the old house, and there she met her love,
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But he, the son, was high-born, and she, a village girl;
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They met at night by the river, and there he pledged his love,
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And so it was for the summer, but by winter, all was done,
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For the word was out in the village that she would have his child,
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And the night before she left him, these words were in his heart,
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When she said, "Love is all that we have, it is forever,
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Love is all that we need, to be together,
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Love is all that this world has to share, only love
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Can take us there;"
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They found her clothes by the river, of her there was no trace,
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And for many years he mourned her, haunted by her face,
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So he set off over the ocean, these memories to escape,
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But the ship he sailed was ill-starred, and soon would meet its fate;
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They struck the rocks at midnight, in the grip of a roaring storm,
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And he found himself in the water with a woman and a boy,
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With a power that was more than human, he brought them to the shore,
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And her whisper in the darkness was a voice he'd heard before,
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When she'd said, "Love is all that we have, it is forever,
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Love is all that we need, to be together,
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Love is all that this world has to share,
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Only love can take us there;"
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She had the grace of a dancer, and the father of her son.
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The Grace Of A Dancer
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| Chris De Burgh |
