Deep in the forest at the turning of the moon
Lovers embrace and dance to their favourite tune

As she floats over the leaves in a well-cut flowing dress
His hand float to her waste in a soft loving caress

Their movement leaves a breath, that sways the glowing due
Faces meet, as smiles grow wide, he’s right this is his cue

Their lips touch, a breath is taken, a taste of love flows in
Her heart stopped for that moment, now it’s his to love, to win

But the moon turned and time was lost, the forest laid quite still
Who will dare to have the next dance?
                                                           I’ll dance with you if you will