Like Their Feet Have Wings SAM

Gwen Knighton Raftery

Like their Feet Have Wings

Words and Music ©Gwen Knighton Raftery
All Rights Reserved- Used by permission

There's a place in my mind where I can turn away time, where the sound of the fiddle is king.
I can forget about fax machines, cars packed in like sardines, cell phones that constantly ring.
Across the smooth hardwood floor, I sneak in through the back door to hear the fiddler bracing the strings,
And there are ladies and gentlemen, rounding a round again, dancing like their feet have wings.

Like their feet have wings,
Like the world's a world away,
Like their feet have wings,
Every turn's a shadow play,
Like their feet have wings,
When tomorrow becomes today, (I know)
They could dance for years; the music of the spheres
Propels them like their feet have wings.

It's like a hypnotic trance; I want to join in the dance; I want to throw my hat into the ring.
But as the next set convenes, I see I'm still in my jeans; my blouse is definitely second-string.
A tiny lady appears; my protests fall on deaf ears, and soon she's taken me under her wing:
Now I'm a princess in crinoline, stepping back out and then dancing like my feet have wings.

Refrain, with first person pronouns

Bridge
The music's a magical spell,
Directs my steps clear as a bell.
We thread-needle, strathspey and fling;
It's just like my feet have grown wings

Repeat refrain, with first person pronouns

Three days later, I wake up sore, pick myself off the floor: maybe I dreamed the whole thing.
There's dirt and hay in my hair; the ceiling's just open-air, no signs of the big dancing ring.
I'll have to keep it a memory, cherish it privately, a dream full of magical strings.
No one will ever believe me: there are fairies in Tennessee, dancing like their feet have wings.

Refrain, with third person pronouns

No one will ever believe me, but there's fairies in Tennessee, dancing like their feet have wings.
No one will ever believe me: I saw fairies in Tennessee, dancing like their feet had wings.