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
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Soft breezes blow from fragrant meadows 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 bed
I recall a gypsy woman...
[ keyboards ] [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/don_williams/i_recall_a_gypsy_woman.html ]
Met a gypsy woman or at least that's what she's referred to in his memories. They met in a medow and made love when he was seventeen. Now her beauty and her memory weigh heavy on his mind as he lays beside his wife and recalls that episode of his life. A haunting memory that just won't let go, no matter how many years have passed. Sleepless nights thinking of another place and another time.
Don had an encounter with a woman when he was seventeen. This gypsy woman had captured his heart with her glamour and beauty. He is now a family man with a wife and children but still remembers the woman of his teenagehood... His wife does not know that as they share a bed at night his mind thinks about another woman... The reality of life.
This guy had an encounter with a woman when he was seventeen,this woman had captured his heart with her glamour and beauty,now a family man with a wife and children he still remembers the woman of his teenagehood... His wife does not know that as they share a bed at night his mind thinks about another woman... The reality of life