I cast my sight into an empty room
nothing was seen just a cold dark gloom,
in a corner, one chair where an old man once sat
beneath it his tattered old trilby hat.
All that was left from a man I once knew
as I looked to my memories his face came to view,
I remembered times I could see him dance
from here where I stood as a child I would glance.
A jolly man who had so much fun
he'd know I was watching, if he looked I would run,
years passed by from a child I had grown
by then his techniques of his dance I was shown.
Many a night in this room I would share
such wonderful times as we danced without care,
time has moved on, I moved away
though the fondest of memory with me will stay.
Now all that's left of those magical days
the chair and his hat that lay and decays,
I stopped for a moment, just passing through
for one last look at a time I once knew.