Waylon Jennings - I Recall a Gypsy Woman

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
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