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The October Waltz
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A true story. Boy meets girl in 1968. Back-up vocals by Anne Price, banjo picking by Robin Greenstein, and fiddling by Gina Tlamsa.
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Country - Traditional Country
Previous peak charts position #14
Previous peak charts position in subgenre #4
Steve Suffet
Steve Suffet
November 22, 2008
MP3 3.7 MB
128 kbps bitrate
4:04 minutes
Story behind the song
Although I had seen her earlier in the day at Hunter College, I actually met my wife-to-be, Marilyn Levine, at the Washington Square Methodist Church in New York on the evening of October 30, 1968. What two Jewish people were doing in church is a long story, too long to tell here.
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THE OCTOBER WALTZ Words and music by Steve Suffet © Start on chorus: Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me, dance with me, Waltz me around the floor. Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me, dance with me, The October Waltz once more, the October Waltz once more. Was a cold October night in the city, The year was sixty-eight, I was tired and poor, and you looked so pretty, The moment you walked through the gate, The moment you walked through the gate. Was a Methodist Church, a Wednesday night dinner, That church isn’t there anymore, You were the saint who rescued this sinner, The moment you walked through the door, The moment you walked through the door. [chorus] Was it fate or good fortune that brought us together? Or were you there by design? That mystery magic I’ll always remember, The moment your eyes met mine, The moment your eyes met mine. We got married next summer in a garden of flowers, To the sound of a sweet fiddle tune, And we danced round and round in that garden for hours, To the October Waltz in June, To the October Waltz in June. [chorus] It’s been forty years since that night in October, I think of that night now and then, While we still go dancing over and over, To the October Waltz once again, To the October Waltz once again. [chorus]
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