To All the Dancers of the World, A Round Form of Fantasy

You are ray of light

In the night sky

And you don't mind

When the light

Shines on your face

Baby I wouldn't mind

To be graced by

Your gentle smile

Took the eyes

That kissed you softly there

Promenade

Hold my hand

Wait for I'll get

My photograph

Our lives

In the snowy air

You're on your own

You're on your own

You're on your own

You're on your own