Come To The Dance Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Come my love where fans are merry
Hear the young ones of the day
Beat their drums and play the rhythm
Bala perdida...olay-olay!

Bodies rocking, heads are swaying,
Sure does take one's breath away.
Gladistino and peligro.
Encore encore...olay-olay!

Christmas bells, A Child is Born
Celebrate from early dawn;
The night is young, meant for romance
Olay-olay! Come to the Dance.

Memories of Glastonbury.