T'was a night in November
We sat by the fire
And I hadn't thought of romance
Then a fiddler struck up
an old-fashioned tune
And a dark-haired girl
asked me to dance
Oh, life is a ballroom
And as you go 'round, sometimes
you feel you've danced before
So reach out your hand
We'll go 'round one more time
And we'll waltz
'round the old kitchen floor
And she asked me
"Have you been a-waltzing before?"
I said "Not for a lifetime or two."
The old fiddle wailed
as we swept 'cross the floor
without even watching my shoes
Oh, can you remember
what you've never known?
an old step you've not danced before?
That night in November
was like coming home
as we waltzed
'round the old kitchen floor
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