Le Danse Final
Fred Schendel, Steve Babb
Sleepy head upon the pillow
The light of day, a memory...
In the dream he stood before her
It nearly chills me to the bone
she did not know
She was more than he had hoped for
And now he'd never let her go
she did not know
Sometimes life is full of mystery
It seems she never had a chance
When her innocence betrayed her
And she began the final dance...