Silver coins that jingle-jangle
Fancy shoes that dance in time
All the secrets of her dark eyes
The lady'd 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
CHORUS:
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 the dances in my head
While my tender wife and babies
Slumber softly in their beds
I Recall A Gypsy Woman
Written By: Bob McDill & Allen Reynolds
Recorded By: Waylon Jennings