Slow Dance - John Lyon, Steve Skinner

    A warm breeze drifts across the window sill
    As moonlight slants through a night so still
    Oh I have held you in my dreams
    And how real it allways seems
    You’re standing barefoot in a white cotton dress
    As music murmurs softly in a sweet caress
    Oh if you'll take my hand we'll see
    Just how real this dream can be
    It all can be

    (We'll be) Slow dancing on the edge of heart
    Slow dancing adrift in the dark
    Hair brushes cheek
    Lips touch
    Eyes glance
    Slow dance

    Now we're both bathed in the warmth of the wine
    A smokey voice urges "Baby, baby be mine"
    As the nightbirds fill the air
    With a song two hearts can share
    As if in a dream we float across the room
    Drunk on the scent of a subtle perfume
    That horn the garden floats our way
    As if the world conspires to say
    To say

    (Now you're) Slow dancing on the edge of a heart
    Slow dancing adrift in the dark
    Hair brushes cheek
    Lips touch
    Eyes glance
    Slow dance

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