Track 4 of the EP Friday Night at the Corner Counter · 2019
The Cobbler Mends the Dancing Shoes
“A pair of silver shoes on a cobbler's bench, waiting for Saturday. The clarinet taps along.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · light orchestral · 3:33
Lyrics
A pair of silver dancing shoes Sits on the cobbler's bench tonight The heels are worn, the straps are thin But the leather still holds light She brought them in without a word Wrapped in tissue, soft and old He turns them over in his hands And feels the stories they've told Thirty years of Saturday nights Pressed into every seam The cobbler mends the dancing shoes With patient hands and steady thread He stitches back the evenings gone And the music in her head New soles for the waltz she knew New heels for the floor The cobbler mends the dancing shoes So she can dance once more He polishes them till they shine And sets them in the window glass She'll come tomorrow, he is sure And he'll watch her walk past Some things only need a little care To carry on and carry through A pair of shoes, a heart, a tune Are mended just the same way, too The cobbler mends the dancing shoes With patient hands and steady thread He stitches back the evenings gone And the music in her head New soles for the waltz she knew New heels for the floor The cobbler mends the dancing shoes So she can dance once more So she can dance once more So she can dance once more