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She danced on the water and the wind was her horn.
The lady danced and everyone was born.
And when she lit the sun the light gave him birth.
The lord of the dance was the king of the earth.

Dance, dance wherever you may be,
For I am the lord of the dance, said he.
I’ll live in you if you live in me,
And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.

I dance in the circle and the flames leap on high.
I dance in the fire and I never, never die.
I dance on the waves on the bright summer sea.
For I am the lord of the waves’ mystery.

I dance in the circle, and I dance in the rain.
I dance in the wind and through the waving grain.
When you cut me down I care nothing for the pain.
In the spring, I’m the lord of the dance once again.

Dance at the sabbat when you dance at the spell.
Dance and sing and everyone be well.
When the dancing’s over do not think I am gone.
To live is to dance, so I dance on and on.

The lord and the lady cast a song across the plains.
The birds sang the notes and gave them back again.
The sound of her music was the song of the sky.
And to that song there is one reply.

Dance, dance wherever you may be,
For I am the lord of the dance, said he.
I’ll live in you if will you live in me,
And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.

The moon in its phases and the tides of the sun,
The movements of the earth and the seasons that will be,
Are the rhythm of the dancing and the promise through the years.
The dance goes on through the joy and the tears.

They danced in the darkness and they danced in the night.
They danced on the earth and everything was light.
They danced in the darkness and they danced in the dawn.
And the day of the dancing still goes on.

I gaze on the heavens and I gaze on the earth.
And I felt the pain of dying and rebirth.
And I lift my head in gladness and in praise of the day.
For the dance of the lord and the lady gay.

I see the maidens laughing as they dance in the sun.
And we count the fruits of the harvest one by one.
We know the storm is coming but the grain is all stored.
We sing to the praise of the lady and the lord.

We dance ever slower as the leaves fall and spin.
And the sound of her horn is the wailing of the wind.
The call of the hunter as he rides across the plain.
While the lady sleeps till the spring comes again.

The sun is in the southlands and the winds they will chill.
And the sound of the horn is fading on the hill.
The herd stands in stillness as we move in a trance.
But we hold on fast to our faith in the dance.

The sun’s in the southlands and the days lengthen fast.
But soon we will sing for the winter that is past.
But now light the candles and rejoice as they burn.
We dance the dance of the sun’s return.

They cut me down, but I leap up high,
I am the Light that will never, never die
I’ll live in you if you live in me,
For I am the Lord of the Dance, said he.

Dance then wherever you may be,
For I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
And I’ll lead you all wherever you may be,
And I’ll lead you on in the Dance, said he.