Dancing

Oh! The joy of dancing,
To music, bright and gay,
To end the day of working,
With evenings spent this way.

Some prefer the Cinema
While others choose a walk,
Along the country lanes
Where they can spoon and talk.

Some may choose the Theatre,
Because it may be near,
But oh the joys of Dancing
With the one you hold most dear.

To feel his arms around you,
As he guides you round the floor
Then to sit out in between,
On the seat behind the door.