歌曲 / 歌词

Then I'll Be Tired of You

Listen on Apple Music

歌词

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, entangled 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
Soft breezes blow, from fragrant meadows
♪
And 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 beds
I recall a gypsy woman
Silver spangles in her eyes
Ivory skin, against the moonlight
And the taste of life's sweet wine