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 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 lifes sweet wine Soft breezes blow from fragrant meadows and stir the darkness in my mind Oh gentle woman you sleep beside me 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 beds