The Grace Of A Dancer



She had the grace of a dancer, pretty as the morning sun
Her days were filled with laughter, and when sixteen years had come
She went to work in the old house, and there she met her love
But he, the son, was high-born, and she, a village girl;

They met at night by the river, and there he pledged his love
And so it was for the summer, but by winter, all was done
For the word was out in the village that she would have his child
And the night before she left him, these words were in his heart
When she said, "Love is all that we have, it is forever
Love is all that we need, to be together
Love is all that this world has to share, only love
Can take us there;"

They found her clothes by the river, of her there was no trace
And for many years he mourned her, haunted by her face
So he set off over the ocean, these memories to escape
But the ship he sailed was ill-starred, and soon would meet its fate;

They struck the rocks at midnight, in the grip of a roaring storm
And he found himself in the water with a woman and a boy
With a power that was more than human, he brought them to the shore
And her whisper in the darkness was a voice he'd heard before
When she'd said, "Love is all that we have, it is forever
Love is all that we need, to be together
Love is all that this world has to share
Only love can take us there;"
She had the grace of a dancer, and the father of her son
The Storyman