His father was a dancer before him And his father before him, and his father before him Moving in line with the steps that came down through the years Like a spell through the streets Everyone had their stories and family glories Ribbons swayed in the air of a new summer breeze It's in his very heart, it's in his very bone Absorbed in all its glory, absorbed in all its glory It was written in the stone You can see it in the stone Fiddles played with such joy It's hard to remember, so hard to remember When feet felt so light they couldn't keep still They said farewell to each spot with a Bonny Green Garter Joking and laughter This age-old round carried on In tune with the year It's in his very heart, it's in his very bone Absorbed in all its glory, absorbed in all its glory It was written in the stone You can see it in the stone The silver watch carried near his breast would have so impressed Many younger men who were dancing then Never missing out a day at school, he was no-one's fool And every now and then he'd sing a song for friends Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking When the day's end is near the streets start to clear At the end of the beer His thoughts take him back to the old dancing days His father a dancer before him and his father before him And his father before him Kept alive all those steps And the tunes that they played 'Cause its in his very heart, it's in his very bone Absorbed in all its glory, absorbed in all its glory Lt was written in the stone It was written in the stone It was written in the stone You can see it in the stone