Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence,
　　My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
　　Spin me around ´til I fell asleep.
　　Then up the stairs he would carry me
　　And I knew for sure I was loved.
　　If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him,
　　I´d play a song that would never, ever end.
　　How I´d love, love, love
　　To dance with my father again.
　　When I and my mother would disagree
　　To get my way, I would run from her to him.
　　He´d make me laugh just to comfort me,
　　Then finally make me do just what my mama said.
　　Later that night when I was asleep,
　　He left a dollar under my sheet,
　　Never dreamed that he would be gone from me.
　　If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him,
　　I´d play a song that would never, ever end,
　　´Cause I´d love, love, love
　　To dance with my father again.
　　Sometimes I´d listen outside her door,
　　And I´d hear how my mother cried for him.
　　I pray for her even more than me.
　　I pray for her even more than me.
　　I know I´m praying for much too much,
　　But could you send back the only man she loved.
　　I know you don´t do it usually
　　But dear Lord she´s dying.
　　To dance with my father again,
　　Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.