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DANClNG IN THE
Michael Martin

When the snow-fields and the stream beds 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 ring of jade green corn in the husk.
No man own a turquoise stone as deep blue as the dusk.
So come away from your 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 where the midnight air is warmer.
We'll sing for the quail and the who still escapes the farmer.
Deep plum thickets and bramble bushes the quiet creatures hide
Are part of me, a mystery which I with pride.
If I stay 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 and smoke by the twisted oak, I'll listen to the branches whisper.
Barn dancers reel, the furrowed must yield and quickly 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 pass and the has all too quickly shattered,
You'll lay me low beneath the and wonder if I mattered.
in the night, your 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 can cover my bones. I'm dancing in the meadow.

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