Wayne Austen

Wayne Austen
....For it was he.

Friday

Katie Melua - When You Taught Me How To Dance

'This takes me back to life in Nethershire...sigh. 'Cold winds blow, but up on those hills you'll find me, and I know you're walking right behind me....' Enjoy. '
W x






When you taught me how to dance
Years ago, with misty eyes,

Every step and silent glance,
Every move, a sweet surprise.
Someone must have taught you well,
To beguile and to entrance,
For that night you cast your spell,
And you taught me how to dance.


Like reflections in a lake
I recall what went before.
As I give, I’ll learn to take,
And will be alone no more
Other lights may light my way
I may even find romance;
But I won’t forget that night
When you taught me how to dance


Cold winds blow, but up on those hills you’ll find me
And I know you’re walking right behind me,


When you taught me how to dance
Years ago, with misty eyes,
Every step and silent glance,
Every move, a sweet surprise.
Someone must have taught you well,
To beguile and to entrance,
For that night you cast your spell,
And you taught me how to dance.
And you taught me how to dance.

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