She's A Dancer

she's a dancer in the garden and she dances with the

flowers

in the early morning hours when the wind shifts and the

fog drifts

she's a dancer



she's a dancer and she knows it everywhere she goes she

shows it

condescending not pretending no regretting nor forgetting

she's a dancer



and on my early morning walks i often find her

i sit pretending that i'm looking at the paper



and when people stop to watch her

she pretends she doesn't see them

doesn't need them and where she goes

there the wind blows though it's only with the flowers

that she dances



and on my early morning walks i often find her

i sit pretending that i'm looking at the paper