From the recording The Road to Elfland
Golden days and silver nights on the hills of Beltane.
Lyrics
Alone on the dance floor at midnight
Waiting for you to appear
Red velvet dress, and black satin lace
Dusted my memories dear
But you're waiting alone, on a floor like my own
For a man with a face that's not mine
So I'll dance alone with a ghost I once knew
Once upon a time
This is my lost lover's waltz
Dancing like lovers do
This is my lost lover's, lover's lost waltz
That I never danced with you
And down my the water where the minstrels all play
And the painters they wait for the light
The dancers they sit, with their feet in their hands
And quietly rest from the night
And the playwrights they sit, with their quills in their hands
And they drink their black coffee like wine
But no words they write can turn back the pages
When you were the measure of time
This is my lost lover's waltz
Dancing like lovers do
This is my lost lover's, lover's lost waltz
That I never danced with you
They say Paris is magic
They say Paris is the city of love
And I love all my memories of Baudelaire nights
And mornings with you dressed in sunlight
Alone on the dance floor at midnight
Candles beginning to fade
The mirrors are empty they won't show my face
Shadows in silent parade
And locking the doors as I make my way home
Through the empty streets crowded too soon
Following footsteps that lead ever onwards
Stepping in time with the moon
This is my lost lover's waltz
Dancing like lovers do
This is my lost lover's, lover's lost waltz
That I never danced with you