Mama told me of a beauty that
is made of purest gold.
One the weather will not tarnish,
one that never will grow old.
She said, beauty comes from understanding,
look ing at the things we see.
Beauty of the human spirit,
beauty that will set us free.
Here in a house with shuttered windows,
lives a dancer tall and fair.
Light of rainbows, many,
many colors
Crowned with scarlet and purple hair
It's been said,
Larry
Nelson
Has been never, ever seen
That in the house there lives a wretched soul,
cold and mean
But the merry,
merry dancer always makes his presence known
When you stand before the mirror,
in the secret of the throne.
There is a golden mirror on
the temple wall
Lighted by a candle
Shining through the hallway
Red and purple colors
Flam ing with desire
Dance before the mirror
Reflecting holy fire
See the
Spirit,
Mary's
Spirit
In the mirror stand ing there
When you stand before the mirror,
you will see the golden stair.
Free, free from care and worry
Images of grace
Dance before the mirror
Whirl in time and space
Whirl and shine and shimmer
Purple, green and blue
Dance before the mirror
Aurora,
Borealis, you
Dance before the mirror
Dance, dance the night away
Dance before the mirror
till the light of day
There is an ancient mirror
made of purest gold
When you stand before the mirror,
you will see the dance unfold.
When you stand before the mirror
See the dance,
see the dance unfold