Rise and Dance
Rise and dance in the summer sun
drink of the wine for you are young.
Kiss, love, hate, and be not still
for tomorrow may bring a Winters chill.
Take your passion by its hair
drag it through the Lion's lair.
Then if by chance you perish young,
you will be thankful for all you've done.
For you will have lived a noble life
by seeking on earth your paradise.
Then those who walk your grave will say
he died so young yet he died so brave
but if the years should pass you by
to gray your hair and still your sight,
then to your memories you will cling
no more your youthful songs to sing.
So drink the wine while you are young
rise and dance in the summer sun.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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