(Bob McDill - Allen Reynolds)

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.

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Soft breezes blow from fragrant meadows
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 babies
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...