If you were my gypsy dancer,
With exotic style and hair,
I'd let you dance,
Whatever dance,
you wanted to dance,
The shimmy, waltz, or salsa,
In whatever dress you desired,
from flower to flower,
And you would sway,
always sweetly,
In our garden,
Where the moon,
its pretty stars,
And,
Always our love,
would be,
glowing there
Reynaldo Casison