My songs – Carol Grimes.© The Dance. Ford /Grimes
The Dance. © A live recording 2019 London.
I imagine that we, have never agreed,
to go our separate ways.
I’m not drowning in water, my body’s not porous,
as only the lonely can be.
I am flying in heavenly moments, not counting the time or the cost.
Don’t wait for me, you will not see, the one you assumed was lost.
Dizzy wants to dance strike up the band, under a round yellow sun,
twisting turning she’s yearning for love,
to the beat of her personal drum
She gave her heart to a red fiddler,
a blue violin tucked under his chin,
a ring in his nose, a dance in his toes.
Dance till the notes run dry
Long into is the night she spins delirious, blue notes on the wind,
lets dance all three,
the cockerel the fiddler the artist and Dizzy they dance,
’till the notes run dry……
Dizzy you see wanted to be a Gypsy, tipsy with the dance.
Whirling twirling with a cockerel as purple
as damsons in Autumn, all ripe with the sun.
a bouquet of flowers red yellow and blue,
The artist slips sunbeams, into smiles as he shows her,
for this woman as green as the leaves in the morning,
after a shower of rain.
Long into the night she spins delirious,
blue notes on the wind, lets dance all three,
the cockerel the fiddler the artist and Dizzy ..
they dance till the notes run dry……