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Silver Heels

A dark-haired beauty settled in our Colorado town

And lit up every lonely miner’s heart for miles around,

No other dancehall darlin’ could even stand a chance

When our silver-heeled angel would fly into her dance. 

 

            She’d tap her fancy dancing shoes with silver on the heels

            And keep a lively rhythm to those fiddle jigs and reels,

            Our pretty miner’s angel; our darling, Silver Heels

 

When Smallpox cursed our mining camp in eighteen sixty-one

The ones who hadn’t caught it left like hounds upon the run,

But not our dancehall angel, who gave her love and care

As she stayed to wrap the victims in bandages and prayer.

 

When the sickness passed, we went to thank our dancing queen

But darling Silver Heels was gone to nevermore be seen,

So many say they've seen her, in moonlight ghostly pale

With her silver shoes still shining and scars beneath her veil.

 

            She’d tap her fancy dancing shoes with silver on the heels

            And keep a lively rhythm to those fiddle jigs and reels,

            Our pretty miner’s angel; our darling, Silver Heels

 

Poor Silver Heels, your beauty

Wasn’t only on your face,

But buried deep within your heart

Where time cannot erase.

Dennis Goodwin · 583 days ago
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