Dance With My Father Again

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

Ooh, ooh, ooh

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, yeah, yeah

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'd pray for her even more than me

I'd pray for her even more than me

I know I'm praying for much too much, but could you send 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