Story Behind The Song
True Ballad about my mother's love for my father
Song Length |
4:55 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Folk - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Moving |
Subject |
Heartbreak |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
THEIR LOVE KEEPS THEM DANCING ON THEIR EVE OF DESPAIR
Oh God how he loved her
And she him still
As they cried arm and arm
While writing his will
You see daddy wad dying
And mom wished she could too
Three months was all they gave him
And there was nothing they could do
Chorous:
So he kissed her and hugged her
And stroked her fine hair
Then they danced, how they danced
On their eve of despair
Daddy was a carpenter
And mom his perfect wife
Together they gave each other
The best days of their life
Best friends and lovers
Always smiles and cheers
Now sickness and sadness
Would wipe away their years
Chorous:
So he kissed her and hugged her
And stroked her fine hair
Then they danced, how they danced
On their eve of despair
You see daddy was only 45
Mom 43,and darn (damn) it!
Their best days ahead
were still supposed to be!
Daddy grew tired and got much worse
But mom never left his side
All day and all night, til the moment he died
And his best friends came to carry him out to the hearse
So for the very last time in her arms...
She kissed him and hugged him
And stoked his fine hair
And they danced , how they danced
their last dance on their eve of of despair
Mom still takes long slow strolls
Down to daddy's grave
Bringing him fresh flowers and kisses
While still being brave
The days pass by
Yet her love never wanes
"Til death do us part"
Still runs through her veins
They dance in her memories
Embraced arm in arm
Memories frozen in time
Never losing their charm
So mom kisses and hugs
With delicate care
Precious memories of dancing
On their eve of despair
You see their "for better or worse"
Mom never forgot
They vowed before God
When they tied that knot
They knew what they had
And it was worth keeping
And that's what hurts so
As she stands there weeping
Oh how she still longs for his kisses and his hugs
And his stroking her fine hair
And that dance, Oh yes, that dance
On their eve of despair.