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. .2X