The Dance We Sat Out on the Stair.
Copyright, 1896, by H. C. Wade.
Words by Ethel Maude Colson. Music by Harry Castleton Wade.
Back in my easy chair I lean,
My feet on the fender bright,
And dreamily gaze at the fire between
The clouds of cigar smoke so white,
Which circle and float to a mazy frame,
For the face of the girl so fair,
Who thrill'd to my whispers-ah! what was her name?
That dance we sat out on the stair.
Refrain.
For the strains of the waltz throb'd and faltered,
And she sway'd to love's old cherished tune;
Ah! could but love's passion be altered
From the dusk to the glory of noon.
with a splendor, the dull years have banished
The youth's springtime of glory so rare;
'Twas joy of the love-time now vanished,
That dance we sat out on the stair.
In at the window cold and clear.
The moon shone as bright as day,
And many a secret it told, I fear,
As its beams on her fair face lay:
The wide hall was filled with mystic light,
The flowers perfumed the air:
I wonder if she can remember that night,
That dance we sat out on the stair.-Refrain.