This Old Floor

Today, my friends we stand upon these boards so old and worn

They've served us well but now they're done

We're pulling them up on this crisp autumn morn

This old floor has held us a hundred years

It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here

Our footsteps wore at the finish and the bare wood started to show

A faint, familiar oval

From the line of dance where we've traveled the most

This old floor has held us a hundred years

It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here

Remember the night when Ben dropped the light and it crashed with a thunderous sound?

We swept up the glass, but here is the scratch

A little off center and perfectly round

This old floor has held us a hundred years

It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here

On contra night you could see that we had a slightly tilted floor

Our sets would drift and our dances left

Diagonal stripes from the stage to the door

This old floor has held us a hundred years

It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here

We're finding hidden initials left for the generations to see

A heart for newlyweds L and R

Their daughter's granddaughter is here next to me

This old floor has held us a hundred years

It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here

We're laying down a new floor today, adding marks near those from before

So take a knife, and carve your name

It'll help hold us all for a hundred years more

This old floor has held us a hundred years

It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here

This old floor has held us a hundred years

It's marked by the soles/souls of those who've gathered here