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Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence,
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around till I fell asleep.
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved.
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him,
I'd play a song that would never, ever end.
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again.
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him.
He′d make me laugh just to comfort me,
Then finally make me do just what my mama said.
Later that night when I was asleep,
He left a dollar under my sheet,
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me.
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him,
I'd play a song that would never, ever end,
Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again.
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door,
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him.
I pray for her even more than me.
I pray for her even more than me.
I know I'm praying for much too much,
But could you send back the only man she loved.
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying.
To dance with my father again,
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.
