Dance

If I could only again dance, My fickle feet I would tap, and move in a trance And feel the feathered lightness in my heart That once ruled over my youth in the start Thrill of graceful hands moving in flow Body moving in fluid rhythm and face aglow Music beating into the very fibre of my soul Melting the frigid bones grown cold Oh, if I could only again dance Defeat thus the heart pierced with lance And let Joy flow in abun-dance.