I've never told this to anybody before, Miss Sweeney.
It's the Oakleigh family secret. There's something
dark and savage in our blood. In mine especially.
Long, long ago,
So long ago
I hardly know when,
My great-great-grandmother
Now and then
Stepped out with a gypsy.
Of course she will say she was
A little bit tipsy.
But tipsy, no, no.
Of their love there wasn't a doubt,
So I can't wait to get the stage all set
So I can let the gypsy in me out.
Hiding away
There's a little bit of gypsy in me
That's never been found
Waiting it's day, there's a little bit of gypsy in me
Just hanging around
Till that magical night
When the stars by their light
Give mystery to the sleeping lagoon,
While a haunting guitar
Not too near, not too far,
Gaily hums away,
Strums away
A titillating tune.
When I'm there in the dream
With the one in the world
I worship passionately,
At the moment supreme
Will be shown the unknown
Gypsy in me.