Lyrics

Verse
Grandma turned eighty-four last autumn, her mind as sharp as a tack
She took a hard fall in the downstairs hall, that laid her up flat on her back
Still she managed a smile, told us tales while we sat in the chair by her side
Some made us laugh, some made us cry
But I'll always remember her words so wise

Chorus
She said, "Life is a dance between choices and chance
A two-stepping prance between free-will and fate
The years fly by like hours, no time for wall-flowers
So, take the floor, this dance won’t wait."

Verse
By twenty-four she'd been married three years, with two babies and a husband at war
But with blood, sweat, and tears, she prayed through her fears
For what the good Lord had in store
Grandpa came home and they loved and they lived
And they raised up their daughters and son
Soon the grandkids would play through the summer days
And a new family chapter was gently begun

Chorus
She said, "Life is a dance between choices and chance
A two-stepping prance between free-will and fate
The years fly by like hours, no time for wall-flowers
So, take the floor, this dance won’t wait."

Bridge
But then the music slows, we know that it will
The melody changes and the band grows still

Chorus
Life is a dance between choices and chance
A two-stepping prance between free-will and fate
The years fly by like hours, no time for wall-flowers
So, take the floor, this dance won’t wait
This dance is yours
So, take the floor, this dance won’t wait

Lyric: George Smith; Music: Kevin Reardon & Germain Richard Brunet