Dance On Songtext
von Dave McArtney

I′m always looking either this way or that
I'm like a woman on the run
I shuffle onwards so discreetly in disguise
I shall sometimes have some fun

And I love the whistling winds
Oh I, I love the whistling of the winds
How can I arrange the rain and the whistling of the winds?


I love to sit and watch the sky turn grey
And all the pictures of the corn
But I know I′m not so safe at home
The demon pounding on my door

Dance on, dance on
And show your lovely leg
Take a second look at lovers' games
They spend a lot of time so sad

I like to go down to the Rising Sun
And drink what's best at Clones and Drags

And I love the whistling winds
Oh I, I love the whistling of the winds
How can I arrange the rain and the whistling of the winds?


Dance on, dance on
And show your lovely leg