The Gypsy dance at midnight-

Oh, What a sight to see!

Seductive eyes and fatal lips,

A nose that fits a queen.

She dances her way into our hearts,

Perfection she wears as a dress.

The smile she paints upon her face,

Too stunning to resist.

The clock strikes twelve-

She rushes in,

Black and red she wears.

Where she comes from?

No one knows.

Her dance, we all join in.

Her hair like a sea of night,

Majestically it flows.

Like waterfalls and rapids,

That runs deep into her soul.

In song and dance she weaves her spell,

With a rhythm that is slow and true.

A melody so despairing we cry,

The songs that she sings of life.

The innocence she never had,

The games she played and lost.

The Spell she weaves, so neatly cast…

The Gypsy steals our hearts!