I have golden shoes
To make me fleet.
They are like the wind
Underneath my feet.
When my lover's kiss
Is overbold,
I can run away
In my shoes of gold.
Nay, when I am shod
With this bright fire,
I am forced to run
From my own desire.
From the love I love
Whose arms enfold
I must run away
In my shoes of gold.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- How Funny It Would Be If Dreamy I
- Green And Blue
- Every Night I Hurry Home To See
- I Had A Lover Who Betrayed Me
- I Must Be Dreaming Through The Days