There's a story
The gypsies know is [bad word] That when your love wears golden earrings
He belongs to you

An old love story
That's known to very few
But if you wear those golden earrings
Love [bad word] to you

By the burning fire
They will glow with ev'y coal
You will hear desire
Whisper low inside your soul

So be my gypsy
Make love your guiding light
And let this pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight

So be my gypsy
Make love your guiding light
And let this pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight