The king of love, that gypsy moon...has cast his spell again
across the mountains,hills, and vale amidst secluded glen
spreading magic as he sails across the starlit sky
to unsuspecting lovers as he charms them with his sigh

The aura of his mystical force ,invades their inner being
and is elusive with his power ,to them that's unforseeing
Moonlit shapes that cast a shadow,beneath the lunar glow
will find that love ,like the bud of a rose,will stregnthen as it grows

In the land of somwhere,along the banks of a beautiful moonit shore
ole gypsy moon is waiting ,to cast his powerful spell once more
And when he's finsihed his task at hand, he groans a deep,loud sigh
For it's time to sleep,till another night,as he bids his lover's bye

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