"…and when they dance their dresses SPIN 'ROUND...the lasses who dance til the morning" ~ Australian song by the Wongawilli band And When They Dance...Lyrics And when they dance their dresses spin round, They travel so lite that they ‘nere’ touch the ground, And the smiles on their faces would win every crowd The lasses who dance till the morning. I’ve traveled about yes I’ve been all around From Perth in the West to old Sydney town, And it warms up my heart every time I look down At the lasses who dance till the morning ! I’ve played for the gentry I’ve played for them all, From a small country gig to a debutantes ball, And the one thing that joins the, the big and the small Is the ladies who dance till the morning And when they dance their dresses spin round, They travel so lite that they ‘nere’ touch the ground, And the smiles on their faces would win every crowd The lasses who dance till the morning. At the end of the dance the folk leave the floor, Their feet must be tired so tender and soar, but who are the ones who call out for more? It’s the lasses who dance til the morning ! So’ long may I travel and far may I roam, From Darwin to Hobart a long way from home. I’ll stare at the people who I’ll never know And the lasses who dance till the morning And when they dance their dresses spin round, They travel so lite that they ‘nere’ touch the ground, And the smiles on their faces would win every crowd The lasses who dance till the morning.
Delicious circles are great to see and eat . Circles like the Sun and the beautiful sun flower. The bright Sun is a very big circle bringing it's warmth to Earth. Earth where there are pretty & round sun flowers. image from http://www.wallpaperseek.com/blog/tag/sun-rise-wallpaper/. image from http://floerstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunflower.html
Talking of circles, this always cheers me up regardless of how down I'm feeling....and I can never resist dancing to this , ...
One of my favourite oldies "The Windmills of Your Mind" Lyrics Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's burning Running rings around the room Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half-forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why does summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said? Lovers walk along the shore And leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway In the fragment of this song Half-remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong? When you knew that it was over Were you suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of her hair? Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Pictures hanging in a hallway In the fragment of this song Half-remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong? When you knew that it was over Were you suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of her hair? Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind