[Verse 1]
I’m an American guy, a bit out of depth,
stumbled into a village where the laughter crept.
Cobblestones glitter, banners thread the square,
I blush and grin, and join the circle there.
[Chorus]
Spin, stomp, clap your hands, let the fiddles sing,
footsteps fall in time with bells and strings.
Laugh at my two left feet, I’m finding my pace,
tonight I’m painting the village with a grateful face.
[Verse 2]
Boots on old cobbles, I swing and I spin,
a grandmother guides my steps, a friendly grin.
I catch the rhythm, my fear melts away,
we whirl through autumn leaves until the end of day.
[Chorus]
Spin, stomp, clap your hands, let the fiddles sing,
footsteps fall in time with bells and strings.
Laugh at my two left feet, I’m finding my pace,
tonight I’m painting the village with a grateful face.
[Bridge]
The crowd translates in smiles and cheers,
we dance as one, across the years.
I tuck this memory deep inside my traveler’s heart.
[Chorus]
Spin, stomp, clap your hands, let the fiddles sing,
footsteps fall in time with bells and strings.
Laugh at my two left feet, I’m finding my pace,
tonight I’m painting the village with a grateful face.
[Outro]
When the lanterns dim, I’ll carry this tale away,
a curious traveler finding home in a village dance today.
