Gypsy Melody
 
She danced around the fire,
to a gypsy melody.
Sweet young woman in motion,
how she enchanted me,
like black roses,
as the cold north wind blows,
seeking and touching my soul.

That light in her eyes whirled and twirled,
as she danced around the fire,
singing a song of black roses,
as the cold north wind blows.

By Mud Hen

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