Silver coins

that jingle jangle

fancy shoes

that dance in time

Oh, the secrets

of her dark eyes

they did sing

a gypsy rhyme

Yellow clover

in tangled blossoms

in a meadow, silky green

where she held me

to her bosom

just a boy of seventeen

I recall a gypsy woman

silver spangles in her eyes

ivory skin

against the moonlight

and the taste

of life's sweet wine

Soft breezes blow

from fragrant meadows

and stir the darkness

in my mind

Oh, gentle woman

you sleep beside me

and little know

who haunts my mind

Gypsy lady

I hear your laughter

and it dances in my head

while my tender

wife and babies

slumber softly in their beds

I recall a gypsy woman

silver spangles in her eyes

ivory skin

against the moonlight

and the taste

of life's sweet wine