Helvel, dancing bare foot around a fire ain't what it's cracked up to be. Barbequed big toe is not romantic no matter what anyone says. Been there, done that, got the bandaids and bug bites. Kind'a like that scene from Here to Eternity where they're making out on the beach. Fool sand goes EVERYwhere. Like dating a scouring pad. Looks really great in the movie. Sucks big in reality. However! armed with a non-stinky bug repellent and a de-scratchified blanket, plus a selection of beverages of the alchoholic variety, one may profitably and very comfortably count stars. Then all you got to worry about is the neighbor cow dropping by for a visit (a cow's nose can be really cold!). But alas, I'm old. My dancing is confined around the bed, lusting at my wife's considerable charms. And no, you may not watch from your rowboat. But yeah, if chiggers didn't bite and embers didn't pop in front of your feet, t'would be perfect music. Got'a go, the cart's coming and it's pudding day!
Ever actually danced holding hands around the fire bare feet on the grass on the river bank on soft summer night, young happy, in love!? that what it sounds like! I never did myself,)))), but watched it from the rowboat in the middle of the river, it was nice, felt like it again for a duration of the song!