I Recall A Gypsy Woman - Don Williams

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

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…