WHEN WE DANCED TO AN OLD FASHIONED TUNE
Written by Johnny McEvoy

1. You're eyes are as bright, as they were the first night
When we danced to an old fashioned tune
In a dusty old schoolhouse on Saturday nights
How we laughed as we waltzed round the room
You came from the valleys, to the dark city alleys
To care for the young and the poor
And me a young soldier with medals galore
That I'd won in the African War

CHORUS: How my heart filled with joy, as the others passed by
By the look in their eyes I well knew
That never before, as we swept round the floor
Had they seen someone lovely as you

2. Your hair shone like gold, a joy to behold
Your beauty was known far and wide
There was many a young lad, who'd lay down his life
For one moment to be by your side
But you gave them no glances, you gave them no dances
As you gracefully stepped on the floor
With me a young soldier with medals galore
That I'd won in the African War

3. When the morning had come, and the dancing all done
We would walk in the dawn of the day
I would tell you tall stories, of battles and glories
And comrades who fell in the fray
Now the years come and go, still the love that you show
Is as sweet and as warm as before
When I a young soldier with medals galore
That I'd won in the African War