While you enter the stage,
your hair seems to turn Gray,
and I know that your knees hurt,
when you do a plié.
your hair seems to turn Gray,
and I know that your knees hurt,
when you do a plié.
As the lights in the background,
fade slowly to blue,
I see a young ballerina,
in an old lace tutu.
fade slowly to blue,
I see a young ballerina,
in an old lace tutu.
It used to be hard to believe,
that this life will not last,
or that the time that remains,
would go by so fast.
that this life will not last,
or that the time that remains,
would go by so fast.
I wish I could give back,
those glorious days,
when you walked the glissade,
with wondrous grace.
those glorious days,
when you walked the glissade,
with wondrous grace.
But while the corps de ballet,
stays always the same,
the dancer in front,
will have a new name.
stays always the same,
the dancer in front,
will have a new name.
(Evonity / Ben Scheffer aug. 12th 2010)