Текст песни Byrds, The - Spanish Harlem Incident

Written by Bob Dylan

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet burn up the street
I am homeless come and take me
Into reach of your rattling drums
Let me know babe about my fortune
Down along my restless palms

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes so fast and slashing
An' your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come and make my
Pale face fit in to place,ah, please!
I gotta know babe, I'm nearly drowning
If it's you, my lifelines trace

I been wond'rin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where
You have slayed me, you have made me
I got to laugh halfways off my heels
I got to know babe, will you surround me?
So I can tell if I'm really real