Dance with my papa
I don't have any picture of me dancing with my papa when i was small... just a memory. Whenever i think of the best time with my papa, it was when i was small, dancing with him whenever he arrived home from work, almost everyday. He would taught me how to waltz, dancing around the living room with no music, but just him humming ... sigh. I miss him so much.
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again ...
I know I’m prayin’ for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved
You don’t do it usually
But Lord, she’s dyin’ to dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream...
Dance with my father ~ Luther Vandross