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DANClNG IN THE
Michael Murphey

When the snow-fields and the stream beds crawl to the waterfall and river,
I'll turn my to the bright green space of the mother, my life-giver.
No man has a ring of jade 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 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 and the cottontail who still escapes the farmer.
Deep plum thickets and bramble where the quiet creatures hide
Are part of me, a mystery which I accept pride.
If I must stay and lay all day like a hare in hedgerow,
When the hunter's gone, it's all long, for dancing in the meadow.

When the summer's over and come October when the air is crisper,
In the mist and smoke by the twisted oak, I'll listen to the whisper.
dancers reel, the furrowed field must yield and quickly 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 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 Michael Martin Murphey on "Swans the Sun" and "Wildfire 1972-1984."]