She used to laugh and dance around the room
He would laugh and shake his head,
She'd tug at his hands and pull him up.
He danced a merry jig just for her
She'd twirl and hop, skip and leap,
Light on her feet, light like a ray of sun

He took the lines from her face.
They remember how bright their eyes used to be,
How thick his hair was, how long hers once was.
The things they didn't know yet,
War hunger poverty and children love peace.
She used to be light hearted and strong,
She used to put curlers in her hair for Church on Sunday,
She used to kiss his cheek before she fell asleep.

Now there is no Church on Sunday, there are no curlers in her hair,
No kisses before bedtime, no warmth next to him.
Her heart stopped beating a long time ago.
Now there is just the headstone, with her name on it,
telling the world she is loved.

But it is not enough, so he visits to show her he remembers
He sits beside her and remembers
Remembers how she dances, how she laughs.
He danced his merry jig only for her
He smiles through the tears, he knows the honesty
He knows he will see her again soon