Romany, rhapsody, play to me,
Sing to me of gypsy campfires, gypsy madness, gypsy love.
With violins enchanting you
A sigh begins, what can you do?
They say and gypsies know,
One day many moons ago.
Two lovers knew such bliss,
A thousand violins played when they would kiss.
And now like days gone by,
When two gypsy lovers sigh
A thousand violins, sighing violins,
Come from the sky.
Sweet serenade please come to me
I need your aid to make him (her) see.
To make those lips that haunt me so,
And taunt me so, want me so.
My darling, take my heart
And make magic music start.
Be still, and we may hear
Those thousand violins so near.
To make those lips that haunt me so,
And taunt me so, want me so
My darling take my heart
And make magic music start
Be still and we may hear
Those thousand violins so near. |