Harry Belafonte — One More Dance

[Verse 1: Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba] Darling, go home, your husband is ill Is he ill? Let them give him a pill Oh, come my dear Franz, just one more dance Then I'll go home to my poor old man Then I'll go home to my poor old man (Then she'll go home to her poor old man) [Verse 2: Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba] Darling, go home, your husband is worse Is he worse? Well, I am no nurse Oh, come my dear Franz, just one more dance Then I'll go home to my poor old man Then I'll go home to my poor old man (Then she'll go home to her poor old man) [Verse 3: Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba] Darling, go home, your husband is dead Is he dead? There's no more to be said Oh, come my dear Franz, just one more dance Then I'll go home to my poor old man Then I'll go home to my poor old man (Then she'll go home to her poor old man) [Verse 4: Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba] Darling, go home, the will's to be read What's that you said? I said the will's to be read Oh, no, no, my dear Franz, this is no time to dance I must go weep for my poor old man I must go weep for my poor old man (I must go weep for her poor old man) [Outro: Harry Belafone] Ooh wee And now to move on, it gives me a great deal of pleasure to present twelve men and three accompanists, fifteen all together, who, three years ago started off just as a group to tour with me around the country in a concert that I was doing. So wonderful were the men that they decided to stay together. Gives me a great deal of pleasure to present the Belafonte Folk Singers