The Gypsy In Me

I've never told this to anybody before, Miss Sweeney.
It's the Oakleigh family secret. There's something
dark and savage in our blood. In mine especially.

Long, long ago,
So long ago
I hardly know when,
My great-great-grandmother
Now and then
Stepped out with a gypsy.

Of course she will say she was
A little bit tipsy.
But tipsy, no, no.
Of their love there wasn't a doubt,
So I can't wait to get the stage all set
So I can let the gypsy in me out.

Hiding away
There's a little bit of gypsy in me
That's never been found
Waiting it's day, there's a little bit of gypsy in me
Just hanging around
Till that magical night
When the stars by their light
Give mystery to the sleeping lagoon,
While a haunting guitar
Not too near, not too far,
Gaily hums away,
Strums away
A titillating tune.

When I'm there in the dream
With the one in the world
I worship passionately,
At the moment supreme
Will be shown the unknown
Gypsy in me.