A good friend of mine recently lost his wife. Coming as it did on the heels of me losing my Mom, I can somewhat empathize with him...and at the same time rejoice. The ones we loved left behind bodies wracked by pain, time, and illness, and traded them in for new ones that now dance across streets of gold.
He pulled that straight back wicker chair
up next to grandpa's bed
and by a voice left weak by pain, his grandpa softly said,
could you get my cowboy boots, and that gold pocket watch of mine,
bring me my Sunday suit with the vest that's satin lined
when he saw the sadness in his grandson's eyes
he said I've gotta be prepared 'cause I'm going home tonight
And I'm gonna waltz across the heavens
while a band of angels play
I'm gonna two-step on some stardust
a million miles away
You'll never have a new beginning
until you reach the end
and these old legs are gonna come to life again
Gonna wake up dancing
He said, If it's not too much trouble,
there's one thing left to do,
since I'm going to see your grandma could you get her favorite shoes.
The ones with those ribbons, red and trimmed in white.
the last time she had 'em on, I believe we danced all night.
And why she left them here its plain to see, your grandma never danced with anyone but me.
And we're gonna waltz across the heavens
while a band of angels play
We're gonna two-step on some stardust
a million miles away
You'll never have a new beginning
until you reach the end
and these old legs are gonna come to life again
Gonna wake up dancing
Gonna wake up dancing
Wake up dancing
