I love & hate that song equally.
The first time I heard it was shortly after my father became gravely ill. I was at work and did my best not to cry, but could not stop myself.
Every time I hear this song, it bring up images of my father dancing. Almost eight years after his death, I still cannot listen to that beautiful song without crying.
Count yourself blessed that you had a dad wonderful enough to miss terribly. Some can’t miss their dad terribly because they never knew one — dancing or otherwise.
But even the finest earthly father we know is, ultimately, only a dim picture of a Father in heaven who will never grow old, weak, or ill, or die.