She's a Dancer - Larry Norman

She’s a dancer in the garden and she dances with the flowers

In the early morning hours when the wind shifts and the fog drifts

She’s a dancer

She’s a dancer and she knows it everywhere she goes she shows it Condescending not pretending no regretting nor forgetting she’s a dancer

And on my early morning walks I often find her

I sit pretending that I’m looking at the paper

And when people stop to watch her

She pretends she doesn’t see them

Doesn’t need them and where she goes

There the wind blows though it’s only with the flowers that she dances

And on my early morning walks I often find her

I sit pretending that I’m looking at the paper