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Softly comes the dew in morning
Settles gently on the rose
Shimmers in the rising sun
Then just as softly goes
Softly came the dark-eyed Gypsy
Tapping on my cabin door
Begging for a scrap of bread
And a pallet on the floor
I took in the ragged beauty
So humble yet so strange
Knowing all along that I
Would never be the same.
Chorus (1)
I could have kept her
If I’d only known
How to make a whirl-wind
Feel at home
Or how to lock a wild bird in
Or cage a raging wind.
Dancing in the mystic moonlight
The Gypsy cast her spell
Through a thousand golden dreams
Her willing lover fell.
I awoke to find her standing
Close beside the window-sill
Gazing at the dawning sky
As everything grew still.
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Came a ragged band of Gypsies,
Riding on the fog of dawn
When the lifting fog gave way
The Gypsy girl was gone.
Chorus (2)
I would have followed
If I’d only known
How the wand’ring Gypsies
Ride the dawn
Or how to trace a wild bird’s flight
Or race the flying wind.
Softly comes the dew in morning
Settles gently on the rose
Shimmers in the rising sun
Then just as softly goes
Softly went the dark-eyed Gypsy,
Tiny footprints left behind
May the blessed sands of time
Soon cover them.
Chorus (3)
So I won’t think about her anymore
Or listen for a tapping
On my door
Or cry to hear a wild bird sing
Or sign to hear the wind.
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