recorded by Ken Smith, Lighthouse Studio, Lorton, VA
SANDIE LOVES WALTZES
VERSE 1) Every Tuesday at seven in the brightly lit basement
of the church on the corner, the young girls would stand
in a row of long dresses with black patent leathers,
holding out pearl-buttoned lacy white hands,
and the boys in white dress-shirts with ties and black oxfords
would start walking towards them and the dance class would start,
and with her smile frozen, she’d pray to be chosen
by a boy who would waltz his way into her heart.………
CHORUS) Sandie loves waltzes,
her heart beats in one-two-three, one-two-three time,
Sandie loves waltzes,
the thoughts in her head are in three-quarter rhyme,
waltzes mean romance, romance brings love,
and love is what life is made of-
Sandie loves waltzes.
VERSE 2) Friday nights at nine-thirty she’d walk into the dance club,
and the band would be playing just a little too loud.
She’d sit at her table and the waitress would bring out
her usual white wine, as her eyes brushed the crowd,
and she’d try to act lively, joke around with her buddies,
flirt with the drummer, as the night danced towards day,
and she’d wait for a slow dance, she’d wait for a new chance,
she’d pray that the right guy would come waltz her away..……..
REPEAT CHORUS
VERSE 3) On a Sunday at seven, in the brightly-lit basement
of the church on the corner in a gown of white lace,
she stood with her husband on the brink of their future
with a ring on her finger and a glow on her face-
and the band starting playing and her heart started dancing
on the arm of her true love she moved to the floor,
and she thanked God for waltzes, and for finally showing
her what all the music, what the music was for...
REPEAT CHORUS
© 1999 Sandie Thurston 703/221-1333 4sandie@gte.net
Possum Point Publishing 18315 Possum Point Rd., Dumfries, VA 22026