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DANClNG IN THE
Michael Murphey

When the snow-fields thaw and the stream crawl 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 of jade 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.

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 which I accept with pride.
If I must stay and lay all day a march hare in hedgerow,
When the hunter's gone, it's all night long, for in the meadow.

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

When the seasons pass and the has all too quickly shattered,
You'll lay me low the snow and wonder if I mattered.
Late in the night, hair gone white will surely stand on end.
You'll hear me sing, my ring, the voice of your 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 Michael Murphey on "Swans against the Sun" and "Wildfire 1972-1984."]