They called us crazy for dancing in the fields,
When they couldn't hear the music.
They didn't curl at every note,
And the sweet sound didn't ring in their ears.
They didn't feel the pulsing crescendo,
And their hearts weren't torn by the minor scale.
They didn't twirl at the roaring climax
And they never got to stop at the twinkling melody.
They called us crazy for dancing in the fields,
When they couldn't hear our music.
