Silver
coins that jingle jangle
Fancy
shoes that dance in time
O
the secrets of her dark eyes
They
did sing a gypsy rhyme
Yellow
clover & 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
&
the taste of life’s sweet wine
Soft
breezes blow
From fragrant meadows
Stir
the darkness in my mind
O
gentle woman, you sleep beside me
&
little know what haunts my mind
Gypsy
lady, I hear your laughter
&
the dances in my head
While
my tender wife & babies
Slumber
softly in their beds Chorus
Don Williams