Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence,
    My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
    Spin me around ´til I fell asleep.
    Then up the stairs he would carry me
    And I knew for sure I was loved.
    If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him,
    I´d play a song that would never, ever end.
    How I´d love, love, love
    To dance with my father again.
    When I and my mother would disagree
    To get my way, I would run from her to him.
    He´d make me laugh just to comfort me,
    Then finally make me do just what my mama said.
    Later that night when I was asleep,
    He left a dollar under my sheet,
    Never dreamed that he would be gone from me.
    If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him,
    I´d play a song that would never, ever end,
    ´Cause I´d love, love, love
    To dance with my father again.
    Sometimes I´d listen outside her door,
    And I´d hear how my mother cried for him.
    I pray for her even more than me.
    I pray for her even more than me.
    I know I´m praying for much too much,
    But could you send back the only man she loved.
    I know you don´t do it usually
    But dear Lord she´s dying.
    To dance with my father again,
    Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.