The Lady Who Danced in the Midnight Sun
The hour is 12, the world is still
all is asleep all but one.
An Unknown damsel swiftly glides down the hill
O so beautiful, and O so young
Who is she? And why has she come?
She glides... In the midnight sun
Birds sing, drums sound
at the sight of her lady and her gown of night.
Soon the rhythmic beat is heard all around
a beat to keep up until the hour of light.
Who is she? And why has she come?
She sways... In the midnight sun
She piourette's and plies across the night floor
disturbing no one from their blissful sleep.
She glides... She soars
A frienzed dance until the sun peeks
Who is she? And why has she come?
The lady who dances in the midnight sun.
She throws her head back, a joyous laugh
she is free, as free as a dove.
Her image fades, but she has left her mark
the mark of protection, the mark of love
Who was she? And why did she come?
The lady who danced in the midnight sun
