Silver coins that jingle jangle fancy shoes the dancing tan
All secrets of her dark eyes
Let it sing a gypsy ryhme
Yellow clover and tangle blossoms
Either made of silky green
Where she held me to her bossom
Just a boy of seventeen.
I will call her a gypsy woman
Silver sparkle in her eyes
Average skin against the moonlight
And the taste of life's sweet wine.
Soft breeze is blown from fragrant medals.
Stir the darkness in my mind.
Oh gentle woman
You sleep beside me
A little known hungs my mind.
Gypsy lady i hear your laughter
And the dancing in my head
While my tender wife and babies
Slumber softly in their birds.