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DANClNG IN THE
Michael Murphey

When the snow-fields thaw and the stream beds to the waterfall and river,
I'll turn my face to the 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 as deep blue as the dusk.
So come away your working day and laugh and let your head go,
And bring along an old-time song for in the meadow.

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

When the summer's over and October when the evening air is crisper,
In the mist and smoke by the twisted oak, I'll to the branches whisper.
Barn reel, the furrowed field must yield and quickly turn.
gone, the hoot-owl 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 only me. I'm 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 will surely 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 can cover my bones. I'm dancing in the meadow.

[Sung by Michael Murphey on "Swans against the Sun" and "Wildfire 1972-1984."]