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DANClNG IN THE
Michael Murphey

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

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

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

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

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