Spiral Dance
Words and music by Anne Harlan Prather © 1989


When I was young, I used to wonder--didn't you?
Why some folks have brown eyes, and others blue
How a father leaves his mark upon his son
Why a mother's child is still her child when all is done?
And it made me want to learn the music to
The song that weaves the generations through.

CHORUS
	Oh, see the spiral dance in paths of crystal light
	It's the figure-dance of new life, and the LORD'S delight
	It's the pattern that transforms the old to new
	The song that weaves the generations through.

What makes a rose a rose and not a daffodil
What bends the protein's latice to the enzyme's will
What intricacy weaves the fragile bond
That sends us sailing to the stars and then beyond?
The question always brings me, running, to
The song that weaves the generations through.

	CHORUS

Is it arrogance or mystery to join the dance
To pay your money, mark the sequence, take the chance
To play at prophecy with trembling hands
To read the words in the code of life, and its commands?
May gentleness and grace guide all I do
With the song that weaves the generations through

	Repeat CHORUS twice.