there s goes gypsy tailwind how will i know her face i count the spoons and wait for her in vain but nothing leads to nothing and i am in the dark she s the light on and on like a dazzling pilot with her head up in the clouds one minute she s a poet the next she s screaming loud she doesn t need a sunday to wear a sunday dress she s my torch on and on i don t want to go she won t stay you know i love the little darling even if we never crossed ways i don t want to go just to be close she s got more love radiating than anyone i ve ever known pulling on my heartstrings she ll never know my face she ll never hear my voice or feel my embrace it s enough to sit here in the dark when she passes by she s the light on and on she and shut the windows and locked the bedroom door she moves like a specter across the hardwood floor she switches off the ceiling light while i m still in the mood she s light enough on and on i don t want to go she won t stay you know i love the little darling even if we never crossed ways i don t want to go just to be close she s got more love radiating than anyone i ve ever known there goes gypsy tailwind how will i know her face i could shut my eyes and take a pen and put her on a page from time to time that has to do when she is not around here or now on and on