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

CHORUS:

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

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