Summers heat was wrapped around the Riverside Hotel
The ringer's tossed and turned in dreams all night
The rising’ sun gently called one to the doorstep
Where he stood in the soft new morning light

He glanced down by the old town hall
Saw her dancing on the wide western street
Heard a gypsy fiddle from a window way up high
Keeping time with her dancing feet

She smiled as he took her warm embrace
They danced to that rising’ gypsy beat
Thru shadows falling across the dusty golden morning
They were heart to heart and cheek to cheek

Seems life’s a folding curling, swirling lonesome wind
Blowing from the back roads of time
Through all those dawns of slow and grievous believing
With the gypsy dancer passing by

Well some men find their madness in memories
Best left under stones
Or lose their way from riding
Too far out alone
Each man might have a moment
When he’s dancing all alone
But if you kiss the gypsy dancer son
You’ll find your way back home

I’ve met travellers who’ve shared her warm embrace
One’s who know her dancing never ends
Riders of the boundary, seekers of the soul that dwells
In this folding, curling, swirling lonesome wind

If you take a chance son, you’ll maybe see her dancing
Somewhere on the edge of night and day
But you need to understand as she takes you by the hand
The meaning of the words that she will say


(she says) “Hold me stranger as we dance across the morning
Touch me with your prayer of endless sighs
Let me heal you with the lightness of this love that keeps me dancing
Kiss me in my beautiful disguise

Sing with me my music, that some only know as silence
Sing me both the low notes and the high
Hold me in the mystery of this swirling lonesome wind
Kiss me as I’m dancing on by”

Summers’ heat was wrapped around the Riverside Hotel
The ringers tossed and turned in dreams all night
The rising’ sun gently called one to the doorstep
Where I stood in the soft new morning light