You a quicksilver lady, a child of the morning,
A flower by day, a slow fire by night.
But he taught you things, for all that you shown him.
He a gazer at stars, a blue crystal light.
And sometimes he cries and he says things
That pierce you to your soul,
But he still a man who loves you,
And it hurts to let you go.
You a man with the power of rattlesnake lightning,
Hard like the mountains, but soft like the sun.
And she taught you things, for all that you shown her.
She a weaver of visions with threads finely spun.
And sometimes she cries and she walks away,
Held by the dreams that find her.
But she still a woman who loves you,
And her heart will always remind her.
So dance for the day, but watch for the signs
That point out your way, when the dust fills your eyes.
And try to believe that the sweetest hello
Always comes after the hardest goodbye.
Two ways can sometimes make one,
That stronger than either alone.
So, dancers, join hands for the two-way waltz
But take the steps on your own.
Two ways can sometimes make one,
That stronger than either alone.
So, dancers, join hands for the two-way waltz
But take all the steps on your own.