Pinwheel of Death

Jane Pickens


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Writers Emery Deutsch, Jimmy Rogan, Richard B. Smith, Frank Winegar

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1951

Lyrics WHEN A GYPSY
MAKES HIS VIOLIN CRY,
MY LIPS ARE STILL,
BUT A HAUNTING THRILL
FANS A SMOULDERING FIRE,
WHEN A GYPSY
MAKES HIS MAGIC STRINGS SIGH.
AGAIN TO ME,
COMES THE MEMORY
OF AN OLD DESIRE.
HE DRAWS HIS BOW
AND SEEMS TO KNOW
THAT LOVE ONCE HURT MY HEART.
AND AS HE PLAYS FOR ME,
I'M LOST IN REVERIE,
HOW I TREASURE
EVERY MEASURE TILL
THE LAST NOTES DIE,
WHEN A GYPSY
MAKES HIS VIOLIN CRY.