Lyrics
Verse 1:
In a quaint chamber, soft and dim,
‘Mongst relics old and treasures grim,
There lay a box of wood and brass,
That held a tale from ages past.
Within, a music box did dwell,
With notes that cast a mystic spell,
And there, a figure, porcelain fair,
A ballerina, poised with care.
Chorus:
Oh, dance ye figures of the night,
In moon’s embrace, in silver light,
With hearts that beat in gentle time,
To melodies of love’s sweet rhyme.
Verse 2:
At night when moon did silver beam,
Upon the room with gentle gleam,
The box did open, song did play,
And life within began its sway.
From yonder toy chest, brave and bold,
A soldier carved in days of old,
With crimson coat and helm of gold,
Did rise from slumber, stories told.
The ballerina, grace refined,
With motions soft and well-aligned,
Stepped forth from her enchanted stage,
To dance amidst the bygone age.
Chorus:
Oh, dance ye figures of the night,
In moon’s embrace, in silver light,
With hearts that beat in gentle time,
To melodies of love’s sweet rhyme.
Verse 3:
Their eyes did meet, ‘neath candle’s glow,
A bond unspoken ‘gan to grow,
Hand in hand, they danced in light,
Through the silent, watchful night.
Around they twirled in courtly grace,
With every turn, a soft embrace,
No bounds of time could halt their dance,
Nor sever such a fated chance.
Chorus:
Oh, dance ye figures of the night,
In moon’s embrace, in silver light,
With hearts that beat in gentle time,
To melodies of love’s sweet rhyme.
[insturmental break: 8 bars]
Verse 4:
The music waned, the dawn drew nigh,
Yet in their hearts, a wistful sigh,
For when the day did break the spell,
In silent rest, again they'd dwell.
But as the sun did rise and gleam,
Two figures stilled in morning’s beam,
Did whisper of the nightly trance,
Of love enshrined in timeless dance.
Chorus:
Oh, dance ye figures of the night,
In moon’s embrace, in silver light,
With hearts that beat in gentle time,
To melodies of love’s sweet rhyme.
[repeat chorus 1X]
[musix box plays softly]
[the end]
