A crippled child br Said, 'How shall I dance?' br Let your heart dance br We said. br br Then the invalid said: br 'How shall I sing?' br Let your heart sing br We said br br Then spoke the poor dead thistle, br 'But I, how shall I dance?' br Let your heart fly to the wind br We said. br br Then God spoke from above br 'How shall I descend from the blue?' br Come dance for us here in the light br We said. br br All the valley is dancing br Together under the sun, br And the heart of him who joins us not br Is turned to dust, to dust.