If heaven’s angels flew down to dance with me
from that glorious host, I’d choose you
We could dance all night and day
pause, and start anew.
If all of our dance were spins and sighs
because we knew not where to begin
Still, I’d hold my arms open wide
and welcome you right in.
If in the beat our steps went awry
we could count the measures anew
knowing that despite the count,
our dance will always be true.