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Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence,
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ´til I fell asleep.
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved.
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him,
I´d play a song that would never, ever end.
How I´d love, love, love
To dance with my father again.
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him.
He´d make me laugh just to comfort me,
Then finally make me do just what my mama said.
Later that night when I was asleep,
He left a dollar under my sheet,
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me.
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him,
I´d play a song that would never, ever end,
´Cause I´d love, love, love
To dance with my father again.
Sometimes I´d listen outside her door,
And I´d hear how my mother cried for him.
I pray for her even more than me.
I pray for her even more than me.
I know I´m praying for much too much,
But could you send back the only man she loved.
I know you don´t do it usually
But dear Lord she´s dying.
To dance with my father again,
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.
