Come dance with me by Duglas T. Stewart

Let me start this by telling you my mum’s name is Jean
And my dad thought she was the most beautiful girl that
he’d ever seen
Her eyes said come dance with me
But he didn’t know how to, so how could it be.
When it came to romancing my father didn’t have a clue
So he went to lessons for ballroom dancing
And elocution too
He wanted to improve himself for her to make a better life
Hoping that one day she might agree to be his wife.

So after some months he finally danced with her
and with courage and care he gently romanced with her
He had a sadness and a darkness my dad
But she was his light
And knowing he had her love made all things alright.

He was a shy man, no performer or show off like me
But he’d sing this love song to her over the table at tea
Jean, you’re young and alive

Come out of your half-dreamed dream

And run, if you will to the top of the hill

Come into my arms, bonnie Jean.

That was magical to witness as a young boy
and remembering it now still brings me joy.

When he felt lost in sadness she’d understand
Right up to the end they would go for walks hand in hand
I never heard them once argue or raise a voice
They never regretted making their choice
To give themselves to each other
She loved my dad and he loved my mother.

They made me see that true love really could be
So before it’s too late for us
Won’t you come dance with me.