Slow Dance - John Lyon, Steve Skinner
A warm breeze drifts across the window sill
As moonlight slants through a night so still
Oh I have held you in my dreams
And how real it allways seems
You’re standing barefoot in a white cotton dress
As music murmurs softly in a sweet caress
Oh if you'll take my hand we'll see
Just how real this dream can be
It all can be
(We'll be) Slow dancing on the edge of heart
Slow dancing adrift in the dark
Hair brushes cheek
Lips touch
Eyes glance
Slow dance
Now we're both bathed in the warmth of the wine
A smokey voice urges "Baby, baby be mine"
As the nightbirds fill the air
With a song two hearts can share
As if in a dream we float across the room
Drunk on the scent of a subtle perfume
That horn the garden floats our way
As if the world conspires to say
To say
(Now you're) Slow dancing on the edge of a heart
Slow dancing adrift in the dark
Hair brushes cheek
Lips touch
Eyes glance
Slow dance