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DANClNG IN THE
Martin Murphey

When the snow-fields thaw and the stream crawl to the waterfall and river,
I'll turn my to the bright green space of the mother, my life-giver.
No man has made a ring of jade like green in the husk.
No man own a turquoise stone as deep blue as the dusk.
So come away from your working day and laugh and let your go,
And bring along an old-time song for in the meadow.

Leave your bedside for a moonlight ride the midnight air is warmer.
We'll sing for the and the cottontail who still escapes the farmer.
plum thickets and bramble bushes where the quiet creatures hide
Are part of me, a mystery which I with pride.
If I must stay and lay all day like a march in hedgerow,
the hunter's gone, it's all night long, for dancing in the meadow.

When the summer's over and come October when the air is crisper,
In the mist and smoke by the twisted oak, I'll to the branches whisper.
Barn dancers reel, the furrowed field must yield and turn.
Harvest gone, the song is one we now must learn.
"Who, who, who are you?" and "If you, who said so?"
"Who could it be?" "It's me. I'm dancing in the meadow."

When the seasons pass and the hourglass has all too shattered,
lay me low beneath the snow and wonder if I mattered.
Late in the night, your hair gone white surely stand on end.
You'll me sing, my banjo ring, the voice of your old friend.
If you get brave, run to my and holler, "Are you dead?" "No!"
No tombstone can my bones. I'm dancing in the meadow.

[Sung by Martin Murphey on "Swans against the Sun" and "Wildfire 1972-1984."]