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 baby
Slumber softly
In their bed
I recall
A gypsy woman
Silver spangles
In her eyes
Ivory skin
Against the moonlight
And the taste
Of life's sweet wine