When the snow peels thaw and the streambeds crawl to the waterfall and
the river I'll turn my face to the bright green space of the mother and my di ver
No man has made a ring of jade
like green corn in the husk
No man could own a turquoise
stone as deep blue as the dusk
So come away from your workin' day
and laugh and let your head go
Bring along an old -time song for dancin'
in the meadow
Leave your bedside for a moonlight ride
where the midnight air is warmer
We'll sink with the quail and the cottontail,
this tale escapes the farmer.
Deep plump thicket in the bramble bush
where the quiet creatures hide
Are part of me a mystery
which I accept with pride.
If I must stay it'll lay all day like a
marcher in the hedgerow
When the hunter's gone it's all night long for
dancing in the meadow!
When the summer's over and come
October
And the evening air is crisper
In the mist and smoke by the twisted oak
I listen to the branches whisper
Barn dancers reel, the furrowed field
Must yield and quickly turn
Harp is gone, the whodell song
is one we now must learn
Who, who, who are you?
If it's you who said so
Who could it be?
It's only me,
I'm dancing in the meadow
When the seasons pass and the hourglass
has all too quickly shattered
You'll lay me low beneath the
snow and wonder if I mattered
Late in the night,
your hair gone white will surely stand on end
You'll hear me sing my banjo,
ring the voice of your old friend
If you get brave,
run to my grave and holler,
Are you dead?
No, no tooth don't can cover my bones
I'm dancing in the meadow!
Thank for watching.