dance to dance

To Recado Bossa Nova preferably in Bb (Gm)

She’s found her home from home
Samba sun and tango moon
Mamba days and bossa nights
Limbs a flail, wild with delight
Flamenco moves that castanet
Wandering groove
When the light is low
The dance is slow

She’s found her home from home
The dance is all about the flow
Hair spun gold in tumbling time
That tempo’s thread
As the drinker’s down their last
The nighthawk barman eyes the clock
But you know that she is living dance to dance

As the crowd unravels soft in the early morning light
The jazz band fades the music, slows the beat
Ends the delight

With bleeding feet she dances on
The lingering waiter watching from the door
The truth is that she doesn’t know the dance is done
The gift is that she is living dance to dance.

©2007 Angela J Elliott