The curtain sways, the light goes rose
And asks me for a dance
The linen drape beside the glass
Lifts softly with the air
It sways in time with something slow
And I sway with it there
The lane outside is turning blue
The maples turning wine
Sway, slow drape, one more turn
Rose and blue and gold
If I take the wings of morning
Still Your hand will hold
The little lamb turns once in place
Then settles by the chair
A small white island in a sea
Of evening, soft and fair
The last leaf drifts, the drape lets go
And rests against the sill
Sway, slow drape, one more turn
Rose and blue and gold
If I take the wings of morning
Still Your hand will hold
If I should dwell in farthest seas
Your hand would lead me still
The psalm has promised, and the drape
Sways softly on the sill
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Sway, slow drape, one more turn
Rose and blue and gold
If I take the wings of morning
Still Your hand will hold
Sway, slow drape, one more turn
Rose and blue and gold
If I take the wings of morning
Still Your hand will hold
The curtain rests, the light goes blue
The dance was slow and kind
