The Continental

Beautiful music...Dangerous rhythm...
It's something daring, The Continental, A way of dancing that's really 'entre nous'. It's very subtle, The Continental, Because it does what you want it to do.
It has a passion, The Continental, An invitation to moonlight and romance. It's quite the fashion, The Continental, Because you tell of your love while you dance.
Your lips whisper so tenderly. Her eyes answer your song.
Two bodies swaying, The Continental, And you are saying just what you're dreaming of. So keep on dancing, The Continental, For it's a song of romance and of love.

I've had this song going through my head now for at least the last 24 hours. I did have a brief respite a little while ago, as I was trying to fall asleep. It's an old sea chantey, one that I think Rod Stewart stole the melody from, The Leaving of Liverpool. All I could remember is the chorus:

So fare thee well, my own true love, when I return, united we will be.
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee. (or "on ye", which is another version I've heard)

But then The Continental came back. I suppose it could be worse.

Today someone posted on Echo that there's a new sort of answer to Nanowrimo and it involves blogging every day for the month of November. Now, I'll be in Florida at Mom's house the first four days, but we'll see. I didn't sign up for it--why should I invite people to read this, I've managed to hide out pretty well here without them so far?--but this will just be my own personal challenge.

Meanwhile, I really do need to get some sleep.