For Every Song There's a Dance

[couchgrouch]

For Every Song There's a DanceI saw two young lovers, strollin' through a Memphis parkand a fiddler on a milkcrate, a tophat for his tipjarhe'd played alone for hours, for none but dancing flowersthen played one last tune as day slipped into the darkhe forgot about requests and, just let his bow go freeand those lovers started moving, with that untamed melodythey felt what true love means, their future and their dreamsin a tune where soul was the only harmonycos for ev'ry song there's a dancethe whistle of the breeze and leaves upon a branchthe blind tap dancer down on Beale streetold man river's music puts the magic in his feetand life's a tango for one who understandsfor ev'ry song there's a danceit started raining 'round twelve, so I found a dry saloonwhere an old barkeep was sweeping, with a dusty broomclosing time had climbed the clock, so I ordered up a shotand looked the jukebox over for one last tuneplayed Hank Snow from the fifties, that barkeep liked what I pickedI swear he began to two-step, with that splintered old broomsticksomehow it was many years before, a soldier and his girl on a hardwood floorthat tune was theirs and she returns when someone chooses itcos for ev'ry song there's a dancethe calling of the seas and waves upon the sandstwo morning lovebirds waltzing on the winda sinner's shoulders swaying to a hymnyes, life's a tango for one who understandsfor ev'ry song there's a dancewell, my eyes were cocktails of rain and tearsbut what I'd heard and seen helped them disappearfor all my faults my girl might give me one more chancebecause I discovered, for each hopeful heart there's anotherand for ev'ry song there's a dance(c)2006 Robert George