Gypsy Lady - Peter Bradley Adams

There's a gypsy lady

And she's dancing tonight

She moves in and out

Of silver light

Just when you see her

Then she's gone in the dark

High on the wind

Her head against the stars

There's men who've loved her

There's men who've tried

Some think they've known

Some got inside

She don't seem to notice

She's got her eyes on the moon

Her smile full of secrets

She sings herself a tune

Out along the endless highway

Where that lonesome whistle blows

I dream she flies on a snow white dove

I dream she finds me

I dream she carries me

There's a gypsy lady tellin' stories tonight

With children all 'round her

Lost in delight

There's ancient voices whisperin' soft in her ears

A band of angels that only she hear

I don't know the whisperin'

With a lot some days who love

I dream she flies on a snow white dove

I dream she finds me

I dream she carries me home

I dream she flies on a snow white dove

I dream she finds me

I dream she carries me home