Aah ! the Gypsy sings ...

Painting : By: M.F.Hussain

Aah ! the Gypsy sings ...

When the Gypsy sings from my soul,

My lips sweetly call out your name !

The long hidden magic unwinds

On scented night breeze,

Aah ! the Gypsy sings....

The sounds go back centuries,

but rise from hidden depths of me

My soul yearns,those passionate nights,

when we met, beneath Flame - tree .

...Aah ! the Gypsy sing .....

Our eyes met, hands locked,

then embrace,you held me tight

till my breath was lost

your trembling lips upon my brow

and held me so, to crush my soul

.Aah ! the Gypsy sings ...

These songs that have been sung by me,

have been sung, again and again, by many

past is present and present is past

future will come on a broad impass

Aah ! the Gypsy sings ...

The songs that break the silence

surely come from some unseen

the caravan of life flickers and moves,

under magic lantrens burning bright !

Aah ! the Gypsy sings ....

Tonight as I sing so you too will,

and countless others over distant seas,

over hills and dales their echoes rise,

filling the night with stars that shine

Aah ! the Gypsy sings ...

The Gypsy sings ...The Gypsy sings ...