For A Dancer

Bill Staines

Here I am looking for a song to sing,
Trying to picture everything I know of you.
Here I go, looking for a melody
Trying to match your eyes with words and poetry,
So near and yet so far, so close to you who are, but not the same
The soft white dancer, a locket with a rose,
A feather for a prancer with ribbons for her clothes.
Here I am looking for a song to sing,
Trying to picture everything I know of you.
Here I go, looking for a melody
Trying to match your eyes with words and poetry,
So far and yet so near, your smile is still oh so clear and I recall
Apples in the afternoon, the good French wine we shared
Flowers on your tabletop, the sunlight in your hair.

And if I could be a dancer too, I'd carry you away.
But I must play the music and think of you today

Here I am looking for a song to sing,
Trying to picture everything I know of you