Wilfred Mellers (March 5,1962 / Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies)

Dancing The Mambo
Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers, Wednesday, December 14,2011 @ 00: 24


Do you miss my kiss on your lips?
When you lie down at night and turn off the lights
Are your arms still empty when I use to give you plenty?
Do you lay awake and from the cold shake?
Do you miss my sent and wonder where the passion went?

Long horns come and go but they don’t know
What sweets you can also sour you too
The sky’s not always blue and words aren’t often always true
It’s about give and take for we all make mistakes
Reap the bitter fruit right down to the its root

Back to the premise at hand for this was not my plan
To fall in and out is foolish no doubt
Sacrifices made and a solemn price paid
Felt the blade once where I laid
Passed by the parade from the drums I plaid

Left alone waiting for you to come home
Staring out the window as grass green turns yellow
Feeling like a psycho for the lion turned to the scarecrow
Songs came no more from the swallow for halls now hollow
No longer the mellow fellow that always greats hello

Broken was my halo and silence came from the sparrow
Life was on furlough and I back to the ghetto
This I knew yet I still grew
No longer a shadow feeling so–so
Flying no more solo for I walk to a new tempo

Seasons come and seasons go maestro
Cover not my head with a pillow feeling sorrow
My disco has now turned to a tango
A planet no longer Pluto for Dorothy has found Toto
The zero is now a hero dancing the mambo