American Old Time Song Lyrics: 57 The Dance We Sat Out On The Stair

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 57

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 tone;
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.