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    CHORUSI 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