In the winter when the cold comes,
And the wind blows with a scornful spite,
And the hard ground feels barren,
And the forest is deathly quiet,
And the whole world lies sleeping,
There's a gypsy all dressed in white.
Put my hand out, ask the question.
Here's the silver, do you have the gift of sight?
Can you break the spell?
Can you ring the bell?
Can you break the spell?
It's cold black as night.
I've got a hard heart
Since we've been apart.
Can you break the spell?
Break it all down tonight.
In the springtime when the floods come,
And the earth bursts with the terrible life,
And the sun splash on the windows,
There's a gypsy and she's all dressed in white.
My heart burns with the question:
Can you break the spell?
Still hot as fire.
Can you break the spell?
Can you ring the bell?
Can you break the spell?
It's cold black as night.
Cold black as night.