Gypsies Dance, Pt. 1

While the gypsies dance around on the
Fairground's down trod grass they grin
And I can hear their music coming from everywhere
As if born from the wind
Nothing can take away the arousing energy the men resemble
Nor the beauty of their women, clad in dresses so overwhelming

I am in heaven every night
When the gypsies dance

Dancing in small steps, making the gravel jump in a colour display
Reflecting the light of the shiny torches, burning their fuel away
Thousands of light bulbs illuminate the summer night in eerie shapes
That twist and turn and makes me dizzy with excitement and euphoria

Oh, to be in heaven
My words are too weak now