Rennaisance
Words and Music by David Bradstreet


(Originally released on the Vignette album. Coming Home (out of print) 1982)


I like the way, that your hair falls away
As the night brings a candle to you
And I like to stare, as you run down the stairs
To the light where the landing shines through
How many falling leaves does it take to believe
That autumn has finally come
The weathers grown colder, and we’ve both grown older
So hard to believe we’re still one

Let’s dance that old dance once more
We can still move as smooth, on the old ballroom floor
I’ll wear my Sunday best, your wear your favorite dress
Lock up the door, let’s dance that old dance once more

You hung around, kept my feet on the ground
When I acted as proud as a fool
We were kids now we’ve grown,we’ve got ones of our own
We’ve got to raise by the old golden rule
But somehow it seems, maybe somehow those dreams
Got discarded somewhere along that road
When all that was true, could be found in the blue
Of your eyes that still sparkled and glowed

Let’s dance that old dance once more
We can still move as smooth, on the old ballroom floor
I’ll wear my Sunday best, your wear your favorite dress
Lock up the door, let’s dance that old dance once more

Frost king has come, and with a flick of his thumb
Turned our windows into renaissance art
As we sit by the fire, with no need to inquire
About the ways of the soul and the heart
well the years passed us by, like a soft whispered sigh
Never noticing youth as it flew
It’s easy to tell that you wear your age well
Not tryin’ to prove you’re still new

Let’s dance that old dance once more
We can still move as smooth, on the old ballroom floor
I’ll wear my Sunday best, your wear your favorite dress
Lock up the door, let’s dance that old dance once more

©David Bradstreet, CAPAC