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Silver coins that jingle-jangle, fancy shoes that dance in time,
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all the secrets of her dark eyes, the lady'd sing a gypsy rhyme.
G D A
Yellow clover in tangled blossoms, in a meadow silky green,
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where she held me to her bosom, just a boy of seventeen.
G D G D
I recall a gypsy woman, silver spangles in her eyes,
G D
Ivory skin against the moonlight,
A D
and the taste of life's sweet wine.
D G D
Soft breezes blow from fragrant meadows,
A
stir the darkness in my mind.
G D
Oh gentle woman, you sleep beside me,
A D
and little know who haunts my mind.
G D A
Gypsy lady, I hear your laughter, and the dances in my head,
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while my tender wife and babies slumber softly in their beds.
G d G D
I recall a gypsy woman, silver spangles in her eyes,
G D
Ivory skin against the moonlight,
A D
and the taste of life's sweet wine.
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