[English words by Geoffrey Clarmont Parsons, Nathan Korb
and John Turner Phillips]
Tap, tap, stitch and tap
Making a pair of shoes
Lei scarpini de bailare, bailare
Bailaremos tutusi
Lei scarpini de bailare, bailare
Bailaremos con cosi
In the shoemaker's shop this refrain would never stop
As he tapped away, working all the day
At his bench, there was he, just as busy as a bee
Little time to lose for the boots and shoes
But his heart went "pop" inside the little shop
When a lovely girl set him all a-whirl
She had come to choose some pretty dancing shoes
And he heard her say in a charming way
Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing all the day
Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing
Dancing all my cares away
Then he tapped and he stitched for his fingers were bewitched
And he sewed a dream into every seam
Making shoes, oh, so neat just like magic on her feet
And he hoped she'd know that he loved her so
But she danced, danced, danced
As though she were entranced
Like a spinning top all around the shop
On her dainty feet she whirled in the street
And he heard her say as she danced away
Lei scarpini de bailare, bailare
Bailaremos tutusi
Lei scarpini de bailare, bailare
Bailaremos con cosi
Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing
Dancing all my cares away
All my cares away
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Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
---- Instrumental Interlude ----
Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
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