Dark Eyes

Captured by your dark eyes
And the way you dance
A rose that’s grown in empty years
Awaits it’s slipping chance
Your love is searching, cold as stone
For fourteen summers long
And fourteen winters cold as steel
Have sung your lonely song
Captured by your dark eyes
And the way you dance
Deep passion forged of melting iron
Awaits it’s slipping chance
Slow turns the tune that plays our part
And ends on empty floor
Cold winter winds await us both
Outside this dance-hall floor
Dance with me
Dance with me
Turn the bitter wind
Leave at last the barren ground
That we now both live in