MARGARET'S WALTZ

I'm not the kind to sit and pine for places far away

Every town I travel to has its charm and its delight

But something about the moon tonight sent a longing to my soul

To be at a dance with the one I love on a warm prairie night

And I can hear that Margaret's waltz

That fiddle play so sweet

And I can feel the spring of the hardwood floor

Beneath my feet

I close my eyes and I see the lights of town

Twinkling at night

They say that home is where your heart is

 I guess they're right

So please forgive me but tonight my thoughts are far away

To the place my memory will go If I give it half a chance

I smell the sage upon the air and I'm walking arm in arm

With the one I love towards the sound of an old time country dance

And I can hear that Margaret's waltz

That fiddle play so sweet

And I can feel the spring of the hardwood floor

Beneath my feet

I close my eyes and I see the lights of town

Twinkling at night

They say that home is where your heart is

I guess they're right

from Wood River

©1992 Word of Mouth Music

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