| Song | I Recall a Gypsy Woman |
| Artist | Hank Thompson |
| Album | Moving On |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McDill, Reynolds | |
| I RECALL A GYPSY WOMAN | |
| (Bob McDill - Allen Reynolds) | |
| « © '70 Jack Music » | |
| 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 in tangled 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 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 it dances in my head | |
| While my tender wife and babies slumber softly in their bed | |
| I recall a gypsy woman... |
| zuo ci : McDill, Reynolds | |
| I RECALL A GYPSY WOMAN | |
| Bob McDill Allen Reynolds | |
| nbsp ' 70 Jack Music nbsp | |
| 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 in tangled 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 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 it dances in my head | |
| While my tender wife and babies slumber softly in their bed | |
| I recall a gypsy woman... |
| zuò cí : McDill, Reynolds | |
| I RECALL A GYPSY WOMAN | |
| Bob McDill Allen Reynolds | |
| nbsp ' 70 Jack Music nbsp | |
| 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 in tangled 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 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 it dances in my head | |
| While my tender wife and babies slumber softly in their bed | |
| I recall a gypsy woman... |