A quick clip from the lovely ballad, about the summer of the Gypsy Girl…
From our concert at the Midsummer festival June 21st.
Her eyes of black, with fire inside,
called me from the forge.
Golden chains her long her bound,
a midnight waterfall.
And in the dusky summer’s eve,
she took my hand and said…
Come dance with me around the fire
come soar the wings of night…
let wild magic carry you,
on wings of drums and flight.
Gypsy Girl © 2013 Britta Curkovic