Dancing with the Beloved
In your gentle arms I lay,
Lover, hold me close I pray.
Dance me your Dance of Eternal Love
Dance me your Dance, that is never enough.
And as Your gentle hands they stray,
across my face, wipe my tears away,
then Dance we our Dance of Love Divine
Dance we our dance, oh Lover of mine.
And so, gently into death I pray,
Dance me through my final day.
Dance with me now, through this web of time
Dance with me Dance, oh my Lover Divine,
oh Love Divine.
Saltsjöbaden 2002, copyright Lysanne Sizoo