Moonlight scatters cross her sheets
Soft eyelashes on her cheeks
A dream is stirring in her sleep
Her breath is shallow soft and warm
Like lace it's caught upon a thorn
Now the dream is finally born
Now her man is by her bed
A light is shining 'round his head
Across his chest the deepest red
His lips they move but do not speak
His eyes are sad but do not weep
His heart is full but does not beat
A gypsy wagon slowly comes
The driver with his guitar strums
The saddest song was ever sung
When she wakes it's nearly dawn
She still hears the gypsy's song
But now it's fading, now it's gone
Her salty tears her bloodshot eyes
Are raised upon the winter skies
Where high above her angel flies
Who's to say what these things mean
Or how many other young wives have seen
That same old new widow's dream