THE OLD LOGGERS WALTZ

Every time the violin begins to play
I have a lump in my throat, beginning to sway
Moving onto the dance floor and into the fray
Into The Old Loggers Waltz

I let you keep time
Somewhere between rhythm and rhyme
Together we climb
Into The Old Loggers Waltz

Years have passed since you've been gone
Nothing's the same, not even the sun
I am heartbroken but waiting for the dawn
Into The Old Loggers Waltz