Now and then I think about the way it use to be.
When I was just a little girl upon my daddy's knee.
I think of how those happy days were ended all to soon,
the days that I spent loving life and dancing with the moon.

I'd put on mamma's lacey gown and rhinestones head to toe.
I'd step into a pair of heels and to the ball I'd go,
just me and Jimmy Dorsey, Sammy Kaye and Miller too.
Out upon the old front porch, dancing with the moon.

Then there were the Beetles, Three Dog Night and the Grass Roots.
Mini skirts, that Twiggy girl and shiney go-go boots.
It was the late sixties and there were better things to do,
than spend my time at home with mamma, dancing with the moon.

Now that I'm a grandma and alone for several years,
thinking of the use to be, will sometimes bring a tear.
So now and then when things are tough and I'm feeling kind of blue,
I take out mamma's rhinestones and go dancing with the moon.

Sally 1999-2005

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