Let your lament to the moon begin
Gypsy play your violin
Eyes that shine in a moonlit haze
A darkened yet enchanted gaze
The fortune teller weaves his tale
A story that will never fail
A potion to enchant the heart
A spell so lovers never part
..
He became a gypsy rover
Took her to the land of clover
Took her to the hills abound
There was so much love around
The trees whispered softly an irish tune
That summoned the dark side of the moon
Carressed now in their magickal hands
Forest creatures began their dance
..
The music filled the scented air
They danced enchanted with such flair
He took her to a mountain high
Almost as if they could fly
"I am no gypsy" Then said he
"I am a rich man, come and see"
I own the lands here all around
Leave ye not this love we've found
..
I stay forever here with you
Love is fair and love is true
I loved the gypsy but I love you
Tell me what else should I do
A lord ye may be but a gypsy to me
As I look you are who I see
Let your gentle music begin
Gypsy play your violin









Great piece. Very exotic and original.








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