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 till 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...
Sometimes I'd listen outside a door,
And hear how mother would cry for him,
I'd pray for her even more than me,
I'd pray for her even more than me...
Oooooohhhhhh
I know I'm praying for much to 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.....

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