Some gypsys, many gypsys,
Cant stand still,
Within an exotic garden,
Lovely lady sway your way,
from flower to flower,
And your Beauty,
shall be my hymn and bouquet,

Some gypsys, many gypsys,
Are sultry and fine,
As their cabaret fishnets,
Bless their thighs,
with kind moonlight,
and warm honey,

Some gypsys, many gypsys,
Are just as silly,
as they are pretty,
They wear their velvet love well,

Some gypsys, many gypsys,
Cant gaze within,
one anothers gaze,
Without laughing or sighing,
Arent they exquisite,
as the Moon and stars,

Some gypsys, many gypsies,
Dream for a vineyard,
and waxen shore,
To do their exotic chores,
They are the waves sighing honey,

Some gypsies, many gypsies,
want someone,
to take them all the way there,
Like a ride in a sublime fair,
Ah, theres their gowns,
Sweet silhouette in the plaza,

Some gypsies, many gypsies,
Have rhythms like fine wine,
With them,
a moonlit hymn unwinds
Reynaldo Casison