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A couple more Don Williams songs.
I Recall A Gypsy Woman
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 mea-dow, 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.
Instrumental
Soft breezes blow from fragrant meadows And 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 ten-der wife and babies, Slumber sof-tly 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.
Instrumental ( fades )
It Must Be Love
First I get cold, then hot Think I'm on fire, but I'm not Oh, what a pain I've got It must be love
There's nothing I can do All that I want is you Look what I'm going through It must be love
It must be love, oh it must be love I fall like a sparrow, fly like a dove You must be the dream I'-ve been dreamin' of Oh what a feeling, it must be love
Something is wrong alright I think of you ev-ery night Can't sleep til morning light It must be love Seeing you in my dreams Holding you close to me Oh what else can it be It must be love
It must be love, oh it must be love I fall like a sparrow, fly like a dove You must be the dream I'-ve been dreamin' of Oh what a feeling, it must be love
It must be love, oh it must be love I fall like a sparrow, fly like a dove You must be the dream I'-ve been dreamin' of Oh what a feeling, it must be love
It must be love, oh it must be love I fall like a sparrow, fly like a dove You must be the dream I'-ve been dreamin' of Oh what a feeling, it must be love
Guitars to fade
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