Ken Hensley: The last dance

I met a sad old gypsy on the road to Berlin By chance I got to spend a little time with him We shared a few life stories on that dusty old train So I thought I'd take a minute Just to share them again with you He talked of all the twists and turns he'd taken in life And how his spirit clung to God to do what was right Sure he got the prize but he never counted the cost I felt his pain as he shared with me all that he had lost If you could only see what was there in his eyes An eternity of wandering in search of the prize He'd had it all, the money, all the fame and romance And now he shed a tear as he faced the last dance The blessing comes but once he said But it's not for you, it must be shared And if you keep it to yourself You'll be no use to anyone else And he who gives will take away And you will face the same dark day That even now is all my pain I'll never have this dance again Chances, dances, how quickly this life passes All our hopes and all our dreams Get lost in all our selfish schemes You see, it's not about you, it's not about me It's about loving something we can't see It's all about what we are willing to share It's about our hearts and who lives there As the train rolled into the city He shook his head as if to say It's your turn now, just know the game That you're about to play And it seemed as if right there and then A light came to his eyes As he exchanged the dance of life For a far better prize And so the tired old gypsy drifted slowly away Beaten by the game he'd taught so many to play He said "I'd do it all again if I had the chance" But I'm ready now for one more bow I'll take the last dance