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, entangled 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
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
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