Life is So Easy in Three Quarter Time © 2017 Steve Parry


I remember the picture, so clear in my mind
Wakin’ early with daddy, before he’d head to the mine
It was dark when he left, and when he’d get back home
You could tell by his face, how tired he had grown

But on Saturday night, all his care fell away
He would head to the dance hall, and the fiddler would play
His life was so hard, but it turned on a dime
Cuz life is so easy in three quarter time


He’d reach for my mother, and they’d move in a way
That the 1 2 3 beat, would make her dress sway
Around and around, they would dance through the night
It made all of the work, he did seem alright


On Saturday night, all their care fell away
They would head to the dance hall, and the fiddler would play
Their life was so hard, but it turned on a dime
Cuz life is so easy in three quarter time


As I sit at my desk, in a place far away
I can almost hear daddy and the things he would say
Work real hard, and provide what you can
The things that you do, are the measure of a man


And on Saturday night, my cares fall away
I go to the dance hall, and fiddler will play
My life may be hard, but it turns on a dime
Cuz life is so easy in three quarter time.