Текст песни
Today, my friends we stand upon these boards so old and worn
They've served us well but now they're done
We're pulling them up on this crisp autumn morn
This old floor has held us a hundred years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here
Our footsteps wore at the finish and the bare wood started to show
A faint, familiar oval
From the line of dance where we've traveled the most
This old floor has held us a hundred years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here
Remember the night when Ben dropped the light and it crashed with a thunderous sound?
We swept up the glass, but here is the scratch
A little off center and perfectly round
This old floor has held us a hundred years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here
On contra night you could see that we had a slightly tilted floor
Our sets would drift and our dances left
Diagonal stripes from the stage to the door
This old floor has held us a hundred years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here
We're finding hidden initials left for the generations to see
A heart for newlyweds L and R
Their daughter's granddaughter is here next to me
This old floor has held us a hundred years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here
We're laying down a new floor today, adding marks near those from before
So take a knife, and carve your name
It'll help hold us all for a hundred years more
This old floor has held us a hundred years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here
This old floor has held us a hundred years
It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here