Like Their Feet Have Wings

By Gwen Knighton © 2002

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.

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

The music's a magical spell,
Directs my feet clear as a bell.
We Thread Needle, Strathspey, and Fling;
It's just like my feet have grown wings.

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

Three days later, I wake up sore,
Pick myself off the floor;
Maybe I dreamed the whole thing.
For there's dirt and hay in my hair;
The ceiling's just open air,
No sign 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.

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

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 have wings.