Sam of the Dance

Thorin N. Tatge

When he danced on the water and the wind was his horn,

The wastral laughed, to everybody’s scorn.

And when he lit his disco ball, its light gave him mirth

And the Lord of the Dance serenaded the Earth.

I dance in the Circle where the flames leap up high,

I dance in a box and I dance in the sky,

I dance in the fire and I dance on a boat,

I dance with a fox and I dance with a goat.


Dance, dance, wherever you may be.

I am Sam; Sam I am,” said he—

I am what I am, and forevermore shall be,

And I’ll lead you all in the dance,” said he.

I dance in the darkness and I dance in the rain,

I dance in the wind and through the waving grain,

I dance on the Sabbat and I dance on the plain,

I dance in a car and I dance on a train.

I dance ever slower as the ball whirls and spins,

I wait for the next dance, but it never begins,

The people are watching; I invite them to dance:

You may just enjoy it, so give it a chance.


The sound of the horn was the wailing of the wind,

I grooved about, and gyrated and grinned.

The people reluctantly awoke from their trance;

They shifted their muscles and started to dance.

They danced in the morning and they danced in a house,

They danced in the moon and they danced with a mouse,

They danced in the waves of the bright summer sea,

They danced in the sun and they danced in a tree.


They danced in the stars as they whirled throughout space

They even danced in the veins in your face

They danced on the Earth and they danced in the dawn

And the day of their dancing still goes on.