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Golden Slippers



Late in the moonlit night underneath the eaves

Listen now, listen now

And hear her as she leaves,

Hear her as she leaves.

She slips into her nightgown and sprawls out on her bed,

Shifting a feather pillow, hearing him in her head.

He whispers through the window from some where in the trees,

Tapping the windowpane and calling her through the breeze.

CHORUS:

Take off your golden slippers and come away with me,

Take off your golden slippers and come away with me

Some nights she hears him calling soft as the gentle rain

Somewhere out in the darkness, somewhere inside her brain.

Her parents sleeping soundly, her sister down the hall,

They would not understand this, they could not know at all.

CHORUS

And maybe we’ll leave them all

And maybe we’ll not return

And maybe I’ll teach you things you never dreamed that you could learn.
CHORUS

Her eyes drift round her bedroom at all her childhood things,

A small glass unicorn, a windup bird that sings.

She hears the things he whispers, the mystery in his sighs,

She struggles as she feels the soft hem of her nightgown rise.

CHORUS:

Take off your golden slippers and come away with me,

Take off your golden slippers and come away with me

Take off your golden slippers and come away with me,

Take off your golden slippers and come away with me


Late in the moonlit night underneath the eaves

Listen now, listen now

And hear her as she leaves,

Hear her as she leaves.