Don Williams - I recall a gypsy woman

^E7Silver c^Aoins that jingl^De jangle^A, dancing shoes that dance in t^E7ime A^E7ll the ^Asecrets of her d^Dark e^Ayes, they did sing in gyp^E7sy rhyme^{A E7}Yellow clo^Aver, e^Dntangled blo^Assom, in a meadow silver g^E7reen ^E7Where she ^Aheld him, ^Dto her b^Aossom, just a boy of s^E7eventee^An

I rec^Dall a gypsy woman^A, silver spangles in her ^E7eyes ^E7Ivory sk^Ain ag^Dainst the mo^Aonlight, and a taste of life's sweet w^E7ine

^E7South breez^Aes blow from fr^Dagrant meadow^{A A}Stir the darkness in my mi^E7nd ^E7Oh gentle ^Awoman who sleep^Ds beside ^Ame ^AThey don't know who^E7 haunts my m^Aind ^E7Gypsy l^Aady ^DI hear your l^Aaughter, and it dances in my h^E7ead ^E7While my t^Aender wi^Dfe and ^Ababies, slumber softly in^E7 there ^Abeds

I r^Decall a gypsy wom^Aan, silver spangles in her ^E7eyes ^E7Ivory ^Askin agai^Dnst the moo^Anlight, ^E7and a taste of life's sweet w^Aine