Like in a ballet of Bolshoi
She dances round and round
Lost in a galaxy of glittering stars
Like a shaman by a feverish fire
She goes round and round
The sun for her warmth and glow
Like a smitten little puppy
The moon goes round and round
Her for love and in utter devotion
But in the midst of it all
Like a whirling dervish
She spins round and round
In a dance of venerating trance
To the Grand Choreographer;
Never seen, but always conducting
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Like in a ballet of Bolshoi
She dances round and round
Lost in a galaxy of glittering stars
Like a shaman by a feverish fire
She goes round and round
The sun for her warmth and glow
Like a smitten little puppy
The moon goes round and round
Her for love and in utter devotion
But in the midst of it all
Like a whirling dervish
She spins round and round
In a dance of venerating trance
To the Grand Choreographer;
Never seen, but always conducting
