T Rex şarkı sözleri
Gypsy Girl, oh twisty pearlSat upon the stoney pale mareBeltane Eve, by the fires you grieveWith your deep Babylonian hair[Chorus:]Blessed Wild Apple Girl move along nowBlessed Wild Apple Girl move along nowBlessed Wild Apple GirlGypsy girl, oh twisty girlYour hands are dangled with flowersTangled torn, so stately bornFor a throne in the (hill) halls of Ireland[Chorus]Fools have said the hills are deadBut her nose is a rose of the SheeA silver sword by an ancient fordWas my gift from this child of the trees[Chorus to end]
