Gypsy girl
dressed in red and black,
Auburn curls
fall down your back,
In the garden
bare feet you sway,
The music transports you
so far away,
In your sweet voice I
hear you say,
That you think of him
every single day,
Tell me what
it is about him,
You’ve called him the sweetest
most perfect sin,
Gypsy girl so wild
untame,
Tell me how your heart
he’s slain,
Tell me how he has your soul
so true,
And how anything for him
you will do,
Gypsy girl
bare feet on earth,
You set yourself on fire
and from the ashes rebirth,
You weave your words
speak of love in waves,
You say you drown in him
and yet you he save’s,
Gypsy girl
dressed in red and black,
Auburn curls
fall down your back,
So tell me girl
does he own your soul,
Much more you reply
he owns me whole….
.x.
Ah! So reminds me of the oldie “Gypsy lady”…Aren’t we all gypsies>?