It's Hard to Dance with the Devil on your Back...

I danced in the morning when the world was young
I danced on the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
at Bethlehem I had my birth ...

Dance, dance, wherever you may be...
I am the lord of the dance, said He.
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said He.

I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees...
They wouldn't dance, and they wouldn't follow me.
I danced for the fishermen, James and John;
They came with me so the dance went on...

I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame...
The holy people they said, 'twas a shame.
They ripped; they stripped; they hung me high.
Left me there on the cross to die...

Dance, dance, wherever you may be...
I am the lord of the dance, said He.
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said He.

I danced on a Friday when the world turned black.
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back...
They buried my body, thought I was gone.
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on! ...

Dance, dance, wherever you may be...
I am the lord of the dance, said He.
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said He.

~ Sydney Carter
(It's a funeral song, turned Broadway musical.)