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DANClNG IN THE
Martin Murphey

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

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

When the summer's over and come October when the air is crisper,
In the mist and by the twisted oak, I'll listen 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 it be?" "It's only me. I'm dancing in the meadow."

When the seasons and the hourglass has all too quickly shattered,
You'll lay me low beneath the snow and if I mattered.
Late in the night, your hair gone white will stand on end.
hear 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 can cover my bones. I'm dancing in the meadow.

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