One More Dance lyrics

by

Harry Belafonte


[Verse 1: Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba]
Darling, go home, your husband is ill
Is he ill? Let them give him a pill
Oh, come my dear Franz, just one more dance
Then I'll go home to my poor old man
Then I'll go home to my poor old man
(Then she'll go home to her poor old man)

[Verse 2: Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba]
Darling, go home, your husband is worse
Is he worse? Well, I am no nurse
Oh, come my dear Franz, just one more dance
Then I'll go home to my poor old man
Then I'll go home to my poor old man
(Then she'll go home to her poor old man)

[Verse 3: Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba]
Darling, go home, your husband is dead
Is he dead? There's no more to be said
Oh, come my dear Franz, just one more dance
Then I'll go home to my poor old man
Then I'll go home to my poor old man
(Then she'll go home to her poor old man)

[Verse 4: Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba]
Darling, go home, the will's to be read
What's that you said?
I said the will's to be read
Oh, no, no, my dear Franz, this is no time to dance
I must go weep for my poor old man
I must go weep for my poor old man
(I must go weep for her poor old man)
[Outro: Harry Belafone]
Ooh wee
And now to move on, it gives me a great deal of pleasure to present twelve men and three accompanists, fifteen all together, who, three years ago started off just as a group to tour with me around the country in a concert that I was doing. So wonderful were the men that they decided to stay together. Gives me a great deal of pleasure to present the Belafonte Folk Singers
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