Come...Dance with me my love 

Dance with me in the Meadows of spring time, 
amide the mirades of flowers newly bloomed, 
when the world is beginning to be reborn. 
When the air is fresh and filled with the 
gentle scent of new flowers. 
And the whole world sings of new love. 

Come...Dance with me my love 

Dance with me in the forests of summer, 
among the moss covered oaks of olden time. 
Where the old magic still dwells in it's 
most powerful forms. Ebbing from rocks 
and trees and even hanging thickly in the air. 
And the whole world speaks of peace. 

Come...Dance with me my love 

Dance with my by the rivers of Autumn, 
along the rocky shores of water worn stones. 
Where the falling leaves flow gently along the currents. 
And the world starts to settle into it's yearly rest. 

Come...Dance with me my love 

Dance with me in the Mountains of winter, 
atop their craggy majestic peaks. 
As the snow drifts down to coat the 
ground in it's frigid embrace. 
And the world sleeps to await rebirth. 

Come...Dance with me my love