A lass in a field and a mandolin
Twirling skirts and a dev'lish grin
Palm and soul of Mehandi red
Burgundy going to her head
Beaded veils in the bordello
Sitar sings in the lantern glow
Move to the balalaika strings
Swim in the Buddha dripping springs
Chorus:
Dance with us on a gypsy path
Sing us to sleep with your gypsy laugh
Tell us a tale and ride on the wind
Come and dance to the red violin
Silk is the road where the music flows
Gypsy's hair laced in amber stones
Moves like the light through the water he
Follow the prince of the Romany
