Michael Robartes & the Dancer

Dark eyed priest sitting inside a wooden room,
Outside the window stares the yellow moon.
Reading letters by candlelight,
He plays upon the page that plays upon his sight.
Blue eyed sisters that sleep downstairs
In a rocking chair by the old lamp's glare,
Sisters in mercy, eyes tight as days,
Said the young priest 'been looking lonesome these days.
oooh
Young boy confessed today,
"I can't keep my head straight,
I'm tangled up with two ladies
and I'm afraid these things ain't gonna go away"
"Move on, make amends, you've got a good heart,"
and he sends him on his way.
Priest puts down his glasses,
outside he sees the grasses
frozen under moon beams.
The rocking chair ceased to creek
and in the silence someone began to speak.
oooh
Curtains were her evening dress,
the black breeze was her breath,
goosebumps were her fingers
left their marks upon his chest.
The sister wakes up, goes upstairs,
and calls through the door, "'you alright man?"
She waits but there's no answer.
She hears the footsteps of a dancer.
The sleeping of the wild swans
begins not with a song,
but a whisper.
oooh