Music Box Dancer
Upstairs is a pretty little music box that I love.
It has been waiting all alone for some years.
I have not heard its melody with my ears.
It stands in a dusty narrow attic above.
Walking among these things of an earlier day,
I reminisce of how I used to dance and sway.
I wound up the box, and the music would play.
Sweet memories are carrying me away.
Oh little music box, come downstairs with me.
Adorning the top of my dresser once more,
you will be something I’ll forever adore.
You will play and I will dance in harmony.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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