Luyện nghe bài hát Dancing In The Meadow 3:44

DANClNG IN THE
Michael Murphey

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

Leave 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 bushes where the quiet hide
Are part of me, a which I accept with pride.
If I must stay and lay all day like a hare in hedgerow,
When the gone, it's all night long, for dancing in the meadow.

the summer's over 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 hoot-owl is one we now must learn.
"Who, who, who are you?" and "If you, who said so?"
"Who could it be?" "It's 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.
in the night, your hair gone white will surely stand on end.
You'll hear me sing, my banjo ring, the 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 Martin Murphey on "Swans against the Sun" and "Wildfire 1972-1984."]