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DANClNG IN THE
Michael Martin

When the snow-fields thaw and the stream 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 stone as deep blue as the dusk.
So come away your working day and laugh and let your head go,
And bring an old-time song 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 and bramble bushes where 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 mist and smoke by the oak, I'll listen to the branches whisper.
Barn dancers reel, the furrowed field must yield and turn.
Harvest gone, the hoot-owl song is one we now 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 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 on "Swans against the Sun" and "Wildfire 1972-1984."]