© Broken Memories

Hey mister she said put that whisky bottle down come and dance with me
I can see it on your lonesome face // your down that road of broken memories
I have been there so many times myself // I know the forest from the trees
So I will teach you every step I know// to the dance of broken memories

She said I once danced with princess and kings // from London Paris to Rome
Till I could see that really wasn’t me // I had left all the gold back at home
I had a good man a man of the soil // he could not see the gypsy in me
So I left to dance on my own // and him with broken memories

People ask why I dance alone with tears in my eyes
But I dance with the ghosts of the past // and I dance to broken lullabies
So mister put that whisky bottle down come and dances with me
I will teach you every step I know to the dance of broken memories
I will teach you every step I know to the dance of broken memories

Thanks for all the encouraging comments. I was told it good practice to add the lyrics if you can. I can see the value of that, hence the above


Paddy G