Moonlit Waltz

Could be at the ball (the grand ball) Or be home by the hearth, cold and dim As ever, know where you're bound! No, princey, you don't need another soiree With the dame-seeking crowd in their fancy array You could roam with a lass who's been dreaming all day For a dance 'neath the stars, far from grandeur's display Or a walk through the thorns, where our hearts can just sway The slipper might fit, but adventures await Beyond the palace gates, where true love can't be late Spin and twirl (in that dress) On the cobbles and lanes, lit by moon Whirl past the doubt, to your tune Yes, my sweet, you need not the grand room With golden chandeliers, and perfumes that bloom But a hand to hold tight, through life's loom and gloom