Turning by Bob MacKenzie You never know just where the world will go When you're turning, When you're burning. Turn, turn my head around again and dance, Dance airy reels the sun reveals and lights, and I'll dance too. You never know just where the world may be Or where I'll be When you're turning. We were together when the sky was young - Remember when we were together, Love - Now you're dancing. Bend, never turn toward yes this, my world In your burning, Ever turning. You never know just where the world will go, In airy reels that light reveals at nights, When you're turning. published: The Dalhousie Review, Volume 53, Number 1, Spring 1973 |