Ken Hensley

I met a sad old gypsy on the road to Berlin
By chance I got to spend a little time with him
We shared a few life stories on that dusty old train
So I thought Id take a minute
Just to share them again with you
He talked of all the twists and turns hed taken in life
And how his spirit clung to God to do what was right
Sure he got the prize but he never counted the cost
I felt his pain as he shared with me all that he had lost
If you could only see what was there in his eyes
An eternity of wandering in search of the prize
Hed had it all, the money, all the fame and romance
And now he shed a tear as he faced the last dance
The blessing comes but once he said
But its not for you, it must be shared
And if you keep it to yourself
Youll be no use to anyone else
And he who gives will take away
And you will face the same dark day
That even now is all my pain
Ill never have this dance again
Chances, dances, how quickly this life passes
All our hopes and all our dreams
Get lost in all our selfish schemes
You see, its not about you, its not about me
Its about loving something we cant see
Its all about what we are willing to share
Its about our hearts and who lives there
As the train rolled into the city
He shook his head as if to say
Its your turn now, just know the game
That youre about to play
And it seemed as if right there and then
A light came to his eyes
As he exchanged the dance of life
For a far better prize
And so the tired old gypsy drifted slowly away
Beaten by the game hed taught so many to play
He said "Id do it all again if I had the chance"
But Im ready now for one more bow
Ill take the last dance
[ The Last Dance (El Gitano Viejo) Lyrics ]