| This magic winter night I see a light
|
| Again I hear that tune, some sort of croon
|
| Oh no, no, no, oh, my brain
|
| I see them gypsy waggons left in the snow
|
| Oh, I must see that lady, I have to know
|
| Gypsy woman, let me inside
|
| (Guitar solo)
|
| They say you know the secret, secret of all time
|
| So gaze into your crystal and tell me all you see
|
| Gypsy woman, let me know
|
| «Oh, my son, you were never gone
|
| You are the Devil’s child, and so am I.»
|
| (Guitar solo)
|
| Gypsy now I know you’re not my mother
|
| You’re a part of my soul, it’s dear for all to see
|
| Oh no, no, no, I am you
|
| Gypsy, you’re inside of me |