'Til The Morning Comes

I once saw a man who was looking down
He sat there with a pout and a frown
And I said to him; “Don’t you look glum!”
So he sprang up and we danced ‘til the morning come

I met a tax collector the very same day
Who I’m sorry to say, was in a bad way
My friend said; “Why don’t you join us, my son?”
So he sprang up and we danced ‘til the morning come

Then I spied some sisters all dressed in the cloth
And thought I would save them from a sin they call sloth
I declared; “I have not before danced with a nun!”
So they sprung up and we danced ‘til the morning come

Then my cheery band had the pleasure to meet
A little old man sat right there in the street
I spoke to him then; “Why stare at the ground?
Wouldn’t you rather be dancing around?”
He spoke; “Oh, sir! If only I could!
If I had a reason to dance then I would!”
The man was not swayed, and good with his words
Thus a battle of rhyme was soon to be heard

“You grumpy old man! Why don’t you join me?
We all enjoy dancing, as no doubt you see?”
“But I cannot, as my feet are too sore
And how could I join when your dancing’s so poor!”
“My dancing is fine you weathered old fiend!
Some of the best you ever did see!
But that’s not the point! Get up off the street!
And I swear that I’ll buy new shoes for old feet”
“That’s a very good offer, and hard to deny”
“Then why don’t you go and give it a try?
We still have some hours before the sun”
So he sprang up and we danced ‘til the morning come

So we danced on together until quarter to three
Which, I decided, was too late for me
I yawned my goodbyes to the beat of the drum
And they danced on without me ‘til the morning come