The Dancer

His father was a dancer before him

And his father before him, and his father before him

Moving in line with the steps that came down through the years

Like a spell through the streets

Everyone had their stories and family glories

Ribbons swayed in the air of a new summer breeze

It's in his very heart, it's in his very bone

Absorbed in all its glory, absorbed in all its glory

It was written in the stone

You can see it in the stone

Fiddles played with such joy

It's hard to remember, so hard to remember

When feet felt so light they couldn't keep still

They said farewell to each spot with a Bonny Green Garter

Joking and laughter

This age-old round carried on

In tune with the year

It's in his very heart, it's in his very bone

Absorbed in all its glory, absorbed in all its glory

It was written in the stone

You can see it in the stone

The silver watch carried near his breast would have so impressed

Many younger men who were dancing then

Never missing out a day at school, he was no-one's fool

And every now and then he'd sing a song for friends

Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking

Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking

Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking

Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking

When the day's end is near the streets start to clear

At the end of the beer

His thoughts take him back to the old dancing days

His father a dancer before him and his father before him

And his father before him

Kept alive all those steps

And the tunes that they played

'Cause its in his very heart, it's in his very bone

Absorbed in all its glory, absorbed in all its glory

Lt was written in the stone

It was written in the stone

It was written in the stone

You can see it in the stone