I Recall A Gypsy Woman کے بول

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, lord, 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 [ harmonica ] 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...