Hamlet’s old house, one of the castles
You, eleven or twelve, a young handsome guy
Room after room draped in tapestries and tassels
A hall with a checker board floor catches your eyes


The Scene is set -  and sparks your imagination
You carefully reset the beret you wear 
Claiming center stage with your usual dedication 
For a Courante - that only you can hear


You will always be my dancer
Yeah you will always be my dancer
Yes you will always be my dancer
… Be my dancer

Crystal Chandeliers trail your every move
And I feel touch of jealousy  
When you’re twirling to the corners, as you guide her
The illusory girl, through time warp fantasy

And Inside and out, the perfect cavalier
Leading your lady through this ancient dance 
you are the ballroom charmer, and you’re watching 
as she pursues a renaissance romance


And you will always be my dancer
Yeah you will always be my dancer
Yeah you should always be my dancer
… Be my dancer, be my dancer, be my dancer
You should always be my dancer
— be my dancer