Gypsy gal gave me a golden, stolen ring.
Its ruby stone glistened and gleamed,
Like her red hair flowing while she pranced;
Her gypsy man held her hand and danced.
Its ruby stone glistened and gleamed,
Jingle, jingle, her tons of jewels sang;
Her gypsy man held her hand and danced.
Her purple, velvet skirt twirled with the wind.
Jingle, jingle, her tons of jewels sang.
I watched in awe, through the camp’s flames.
Her purple, velvet skirt twirled with the wind,
As the banging of the tambourines began.
I watched in awe, through the camp’s flames;
Colorful wagons rolled in and joined the fun.
As the banging of tambourines began,
Ribbons strung all through her red hair.
Colorful wagons rolled in and joined the fun.
My gypsy gal and her man lost in the mist.
Ribbons strung all through her red hair,
And the flames grew taller and taller.
I grabbed a tambourine as her ribbons twirled,
Like her red hair flowing while she pranced.
My bare feet lost in the sounds, my mind in the night.
Gypsy gal gave me a golden, stolen ring.
