She has leather
 Golden locks
 And wears plenty of Lace.
 The golden heart 
 Has shown plenty of Grace,
 She has earned plenty of days in Shanghai-La
 She's even more beautiful at her age
 The gypsy sparkles 
 As she dances 
 Singing
 A "white winging dove"
 It sounds like "she has been singing"
 Music to my heart
 Peace Bells are ringing.
 Sparkling from her shine
I've been under her sweet spell for years
 My midnight dream is clear
 How I wish she was mine.