You a quicksilver lady a child of the morning A flower by day a slow fire by night.  But he taught you things for  all that you shown him. He a gazer at stars a blue crystal light.   And sometimes he cries and he says things  That pierce you to your soul       But he still a man who loves you           And it hurts to let you go.    You a man with the power of rattlesnake lightning  Hard like the mountains but soft like the sun.     And she taught you things for  all that you shown her. She a weaver of visions with threads finely spun.        And sometimes she cries and she walks away  Held by the dreams that find her.   But she still a woman who loves you             And her heart will always remind her.    So dance for the day but watch for the signs That point out your way when the dust fills your eyes.          And try to believe that the sweetest hello   Always comes after the hardest goodbye.      Two ways can sometimes make one       That stronger than either  alone.  So dancers join hands for the two-way waltz        But take the steps on your own.  Two ways can sometimes make one         That stronger than either alone.   So dancers join hands for the two-way waltz       But take all the steps on your own.