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