In the winter when the cold comes
And the wind blows with a scornful spite
And the hard ground feels barren
and the forest is deathly quiet
and the whole world lies sleeping
there's a Gypsy all dressed in white
Put my hand out, ask the question
Here's the silver, do you have the gift of sight?

Can you break the spell?
Can you ring the bell?
Can you break the spell?
It's cold black as night
I've got a hard heart
Since we've been apart
Can you break the spell?
Break it all down tonight

In the springtime when the floods come
And the earth bursts with the terrible life
And the sun splash on the windows
There's a Gypsy and he's all dressed in white

To be continued...