1- dreamin', Pleadin', Wondererin'. And he was lost in her.
He was curious to hear her voice, hold her close on the dance floor.
She was curious too. She wanted to hear his voice and
she liked how he looked at her.
Like she was so special and sweet.
He asked her, prettiest gal in Austin, Texas.
Can we do the Texas two-step? Can I have a dance?
She smiled and she told him.
The music is playing soldier and
we wasting time talking.
Let's find the dance floor and maybe.
I will tell you a story.
2- He was falling deeply into those dark brown eyes.
He asked her a hundred questions.
She asked him. Why are you making me talk dear Johnnie?
He told her. I need to hear the sweetness of your voice and
I adore looking into those wild dancing Texas eyes.
You are my sweet dream on this hot Texas night.
My wild Irish Rose, please dance with me?
Please stay with me till the sun is rising,
kissing the moon as they pass.
She smiled and she Laughed.
You soldier poets can weave a tale and
you can sew a story where love can win.
He kissed her hands and her face-cheeks.
He told her. Love is like hugging the moon.
We know we cannot and we tried.
Dancing Coyote