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DANClNG IN THE
Michael Martin

When the snow-fields thaw and the stream beds crawl to the and river,
turn my face to the bright 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 stone as deep as the dusk.
So come away from your working day and laugh and let your go,
And bring along an old-time for dancing in the meadow.

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

When the summer's and come October 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 field must yield and turn.
Harvest gone, the 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 me. I'm dancing in the meadow."

When the pass and the hourglass has all too quickly shattered,
You'll lay me low beneath the and wonder if I mattered.
Late in the night, your hair gone white will surely 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 my bones. I'm dancing in the meadow.

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