Didn't I Dance?

Didn't I Dance?

Grandmother heard him -
His song was so sweet.
She danced to the fiddler
On little bare feet.
She was fifteen and fair,
With black braided hair,
And didn't she dance in her day
Over the years I remember she said,
One night as she kissed me and put me to bed,
"When I was a maid, and my song was played,
Oh didn't I dance in my day?"

Didn't I dance, didn't I dance
Didn't I dance in my day.

Mother, she danced
In a long silken gown
Hair done in curls
The belle of the town.
There was many a man
Who asked for her hand
And didn't she dance in her day.
Now when she dances, just once in a while,
She says, "I remember those times and I smile
I think of the night my feet danced so light
Oh, didn't I dance in my day?"
See the young girls
On a soft summer's night
Silhouettes slender
Against the moon's light;
Hair flowing free
Once that was me,
And didn't I dance in my day!
Now that I'm older, there's one thing I know,
I'll go on dancing though the tempo be slow
And I know that some day to my grandchild I'll say
"Oh didn't I dance in my day!"

Copyright Lori Holland BMI 1984