I saw you at the chapel
just the other day,
All our heads were bowed in prayer
but I could not look away
and that night I got to wondering
if it was time I took a chance
so please, pretty baby...
won't you come with me to the dance?

You may not believe me,
but now my heart is pure
I've travelled through the fire some
and I'm suffering no more
and it's clear you are an angel
and that for you I must advance
So please pretty baby...
Won't you come with me to the dance?

You know it's been nine years
since she has died, Ive been alone
living by the ocean
in a simple wooden home.
But last night I dreamed of lovers
whispering and holding hands
(please understand)
and so today, I thought I'd ask if...
If you'd go with me to the dance?

the evening is approaching
and this may be our final chance.

© 2004 Carvell Wallace