this city makes Move by the rhythm the gypsies play Deep inside it comes alive There is a whisper that feeds your soul Words so beautiful on a Spanish
think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy
he could outguess you ? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy
Three gypsies stood at the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. The lady sate in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as snow. They
versions deviate from this.] Credits: Humphreys/Lovett/Richards/Lynch/Anderson/LPA I look at you in your sad dark eyes And your gypsy face with your spanish
I go out for tea and the flamenco came But go Well it's always night Well it's always night Yeah I'll go to Rome Rooftop slums Dead beneath pipes and gypsy
There was a sad gypsy clown who could make you cry With a lick of guitar and a Spanish Fly And every night was a wild thing awaiting To fill the world
miracle's stirring me So play on let 'em play for me Just drag that bow across the string So play on let 'em all night long Oh I love to hear our gypsies
more well [unverified] Gypsy who lives alone I said, "Look out there goes another" Well, they're gypsies I said, "Look out there goes another" Well, they're gypsies
the Gypsy Davey And sing with the Gypsy Davey The song of the Gypsy Dave? Yes I've forsaken my husband dear To go with the Gypsy Davey And I've forsaken
on the inside lane Early morning, freeway's cool and quiet Dodging rubber stains People talking in a seaside bar I ain't sentimental, but Lord Sometimes I get that gypsy
SPANISH HARLEM INCIDENT WITH THE POZO SECO SINGERS WRITER BOB DYLAN Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperature's too
You walked the graveyard with his child In a veil of Spanish lace Run Preciosa, run for love The olive trees need rain Memories of your gypsy past Ride
The laughter of the lovers on the rickety stairs The rumble of the diesel and the sounds of the fair An old gypsy lady in soft Spanish whispers Took
you've been around I've been drifting like a gypsy from town to town I've been to France and Rome, Seen Duomo's glittered dome I've slept beneath Spanish
you breathin' out an' breathin' in By the lake So humid that the moon was gettin' wet For our sake The crickets started playin' their castanets Like a gypsy
're gypsies. I drink to ? ? ? Just one more, man, Then I'm goin' home. No, pal, We're just as crazy as the others. One more well ? ? Gypsy who lives
should've have read her before that letter I should've never let her get inside my heart She led a gypsy life, disappeared into the night I miss those Spanish