The Dead Waltz
I saw your daughter yesterdayAs I was idle on the porchShe slept-walked from your house down the walkwayAs though she'd done it all beforeAnd the moon was out
And in her gown beside the riverbedShe got down on her kneesAnd wrapped her long hair up in vines, and leaves, and branchesAnd with the wind beneath her feetOh, she waltzed with the dead
And everything was bathed in light white as milkAs the impossible beganShe danced across the water's edgeBut her feet, they didn't sinkAs though she flew
I ran out in the waterWith a lantern in my handI was waste deep and shiveringI took her wrist and walked her inI was loathe to interrupt herBut I had to get her homeIf people were to see thisThey'd gather up, raise hell and burn her alive
Don't you mind, don't you mindShe'll be fineTie a bell around her ankleBefore she lays down at nightAnd the sound of her footstepsWill wake me in time
Don't you mind, don't you mindI'll watch over herAs though she were mine