Lyrics:
Chris De Burgh The Grace Of A Dancer

its fate; They struck the rocks at midnight, in the grip of a roaring storm, And he found himself in the water with a woman and a boy, With a power that

its fate; They struck the rocks at midnight, in the grip of a roaring storm, And he found himself in the water with a woman and a boy, With a power that

its fate; They struck the rocks at midnight, in the grip of a roaring storm, And he found himself in the water with a woman and a boy, With a power that