Treasure Island

Lora Colon

(26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

My Gypsy Boy


Tell me, who is that gypsy boy,
Why haven't I seen him before?
He comes by my window to sing each night
Sus lindas canciones de amor

Tell me, who is that gypsy boy,
Con su piel de aceituna;
I long for the words he will sing to me
Bajo la luz de la luna

Quién será ese gitanillo,
Could he be just a whim.....
Is he only made of moonlight and dreams.....
Did I just imagine him!

Tell me, who is that gypsy boy,
Me ha robado el corazón;
He swept me away on a cloud of love
Con la fuerza de un ciclón

Yo te pido, mi gitanillo,
Cántame palabras hermosas;
Quiero escuchar tu alma diciendo
Cosas que me hacen dichosa

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 14, 2014
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