I wanted to fulfil my dream
Which surely was in God’s own scheme
You know the one who weaves with silver and gold
Our lives our futures to unfold
My dream was to dance with a partner sublime
But where would I find this man of mine?
I thought I would have a ghost of a chance
If I tried my luck at the City Hall dance
After one or two who trod on my toes
And three or four who God only knows
Why they thought they could be
The all-singing, all-dancing one for me.
I thought I’d found the man who dances and sings
We would have walked to what the future brings
But the man I chose, if I may say
His dancing feet proved to be made of clay
Will I ever find my perfect soulmate
Or will I have to wait for fate
Is it Sod’s law that I will by chance
Find my soul mate at the City Hall Dance.
Maureen Taylor Vicar Lane Woodhouse