To dance With My Father...

goodbye, Luther...
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence. My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and thenSpin me around 'til I fell asleep. Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was lovedIf I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with himI'd play a song that would never, ever endHow I'd love, love, loveTo dance with my father againWhen I and my mother would disagreeTo get my way, I would run from her to himHe'd make me laugh just to comfort meThen finally make me do just what my mama saidLater that night when I was asleepHe left a dollar under my sheetNever dreamed that he would be gone from meIf I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with himI'd play a song that would never, ever end'Cause I'd love, love, loveTo dance with my father againSometimes I'd listen outside her doorAnd I'd hear how my mother cried for himI pray for her even more than meI pray for her even more than meI know I'm praying for much too muchBut could you send back the only man she lovedI know you don't do it usuallyBut dear Lord she's dyingTo dance with my father againEvery night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream