Don Williams

I Recall A Gypsy Woman

Silver coins that jingle jangle
dancing shoes and dancing ties
all the secrets of her dark eyes
they did sing the gypsy rise

yellow clover’s entangles blossoms
in a meadow silver 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 meets the moonlight and a taste of life’s sweet wine

South breeze is low
from fragrant meadows
stir the darkness in my mind
oh gentle warm you sleep beside me

they don’t 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 bed

CHORUS