Dancing days are here again,These are the carefree days of summer, and even though it's been many years since I got a summer vacation, the memories of long summer evenings are sweet indeed. As a boy, that meant "school's out", running around in the woods, playing baseball, and catching fireflies. As a teen, those memories also include the chasing (and occasional catching!) of sweet young ladies.
As the summer evenings grow.
I got my flower, I got my power,
I got a woman who knows.
Those are happy memories of dancing days.