Dancing

If I could hold you one more time and feel your dancing arms in mine. If we could once more take the floor, and move in music as before. If we could just roll back the years and lose our aches and pains and tears. If we could swoop and turn and glide. dipping and swaying on music's tide. If I could clasp your body tight and dance with you all through the night. If just once more a waltz time beat could take the music to our feet And if a foxtrot's elegance could once more our hearts entrance If samba's throbbing gaiety could make our limbs dance young and free. If the tango full of love could make our spirits soar above the ravages of times decay; then we could dance our grief away.