tonight, a ghostly wind howls
through this chilly moonlight
as shadowy trees slow dance
while the past slips into sight
you blew in on a winter's day
dark cyclone bringing change
singing me sweet gypsy tunes
words I would not rearrange
......
tonight, a ghostly wind howls
through this chilly moonlight
as shadowy trees slow dance
while the past slips into sight
you blew in on a winter's day
dark cyclone bringing change
singing me sweet gypsy tunes
words I would not rearrange
......