John`s Waltz to the Miller
 

Here in my dream you are wandering, wandering,
gold skies above you, the warm earth below.
You are rocked by the breezes,
warmed by the sun,
moving to rhythms and songs to be sung.

Now we are dancing, around we will go.
Music plays sweetly, your face is aglow
with your love for the music,
your love to be free.
Dance on forever, but only with me.