Passing a song to you both sad and true
About a highly born Hungarian
Though gypsy blood was red her blood was blue
And very definitely Arian
She loved a proletarian

In a valley far away
A gypsy minstrel came to play
A serenade

Everyone from far and near
Collected in the woods to hear
The tune he played

Wild and free
That haunting melody
Enchanted maid and man
Young and old believed the tales he told
And joined his caravan;
A most impulsive foolish man

Their troubles then began
The rain soon brought them home again
No longer wild and free
Snow and hail
Had made that nightingale
Sound very much off key
A sorry tale you will agree
What fools these mortals be
But one poor lady left her heart behind
And from that moment life was sad for her
Naught could bring comfort to her troubled mind
Which on the whole was very bad for her
That is why
To any gypsy passing by
She'd always sigh:

"Play me a gypsy melody from far away
An echo wild and gay
From forgotten yesterday
My lonely heart can still remember
The magic nights beneath the open sky
So gypsy play for me
That song I love until the day I die

My lonely heart can still remember
Those magic nights beneath the open sky
So gypsy play for me
That song I love until the day I die